Latte aficionado. 35mm film obsessed. Homebody. Theology nerd. Tender toward legacy, family, and the quiet sacredness of ordinary days. I believe stories matter—especially the ones we’re living right now.
Cozying
Preserving
Because what a beautiful life I'm living
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Life moves quickly, though it’s something we don’t fully understand until time has already passed. Days blur into months, months into years, and moments we once thought we’d remember forever become a bit fuzzy. But photos are how we hold on. They remind us of what was real—the joy we felt, the people we loved, the moments that mattered most. I’m the kind of girl with 20,000 photos on her phone, the one who scrolls back often, almost daily. The one who understands just how quickly time slips through our fingers—and how powerful it is to have something that brings you back to what you hold closest to you. As the years have gone on, I’ve learned that photography isn’t about freezing time. It's about getting it back.
Slipping Away.
Back in September, my grandfather passed away. Growing up, I’d seen a photo of him and my grandma on their wedding day—the formal front-of-the-church-smiling portrait I’d memorized over the years. But that weekend, as we sorted through boxes in his Pennsylvania home, I discovered something unexpected: dozens of photos I had never seen before. Faded Polaroids upon Polaroids, of them as newlyweds, as new parents. Of Christmas mornings with my dad and my uncle, of them in the backyard playing. And in that moment it all clicked. These weren’t just pictures for them—they were proof for us. Proof of a life well-lived, of childhoods nurtured, of memories that laid the foundation for the family I know today. In that moment, I understood more deeply than ever why the photos we take today aren't about perfection or performance. It’s about capturing the people, the faith, and the moments that make a legacy worth passing down.
Shifted.
THE THINGS THAT I VALUE
Simplicity
Jesus
Family
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I document weddings the same way the smallest details of everyday life make my heart skip a beat. It’s the quiet moments that move me most—the way my husband and I lock eyes across the room, or the rare chance to sit down and have a real conversation once we’ve stopped chasing our toddler. It’s snuggling under a blanket with my sweet daughter and a good book, or walking in silence with nothing but the sound of nature around me.
I’m inspired by simple things. The way Lake Michigan stretches out at the dunes, soft glimmers dancing across the water on a clear day. Quiet mornings with instrumental hymns playing as I open my Bible. The way the the light dances over the pills on our couch midmorning or the way steam from a warm cup of coffee swirls in that glow. The feel of stretching and shaping sourdough, remembering that I made it with my own hands and that I’m living a life I love deeply.
*These* are the moments that shape me. The stories I hope my daughter tells about me. And they’re the same kinds of moments I’m honored to preserve for you.
Passing Down
I'm reminded daily of the beautiful inheritance the that the Lord is writing in my life. Yours is more than a wedding day—it’s a testament of God’s faithfulness, and I would be honored to help pass that story down.
