This is not the first chapter that I appeared in Meghan’s story, nor her’s in mine. Last year I had put together a photographic series called “Postpartum Awareness” where I encouraged women to  share stories of their postpartum experiences. I wanted to reach out to other mothers by saying ” Hey you, beautiful woman over there, you are not different and you are NOT alone!” Meghan’s story was one of  immense strength, boundless love and immeasurable bravery.  So to capture this little snippet in time for her  was something I felt so honored to do.

 I  approached the bank of the river, thinking  how special it was that Meghan wanted to be by the water for her session.The river is my sanctuary, as my eyes close and I lift my face towards the sky, it ripples past my toes like icy ribbons of silk. The air is cool with the smell of stone and earth. The river is so symbolic for the passage of time  and how we navigate through this momentous journey, and how we find pauses in our life to look back and reflect on the past.  As the mid afternoon sun started to sink in the sky, soft and hazy  it blanketed the tops of the maples with it’s rich golden rays, the kids threw rocks into the river. Watching intently as tiny ripples become big ripples that then turned back into the rushing ribbons of the current. After a short while we walked up the hill they unfolded a small blanket, unpacked their market basket and broke bread together, laughing, eating and enjoying the company of each others arms.

Blowing bubbles into the wind the kids frolicked and danced,  evoking memories of my own childhood, wind in my hair and sun drenched skin and without a care in the world. As we finished our time together we returned to the river, as if it was calling for us, to say goodbye, to say thank you, to remind us to bask in the small moments and memories we make with our families each day. As I drove off I felt an immense feeling of peace, of serenity, of newness. My spirit had been renewed.




I absolutely love when I get to watch a family grow. Even more so when I get to document it through my photography, it’s really so incredible to be apart of someones chapter. I feel honored when my clients come back to me time and time again, that is why this session holds a special spot in my heart.

 I had first met Megan and Nick back in 2013 when I photographed their wedding , so of course it pulled at my heart strings to photograph them once again, but now as a growing family.  I was really excited when Megan wanted to do more of a lifestyle session that was based in their home which is less posing and more  capturing natural and real moments between my clients. I’ve found a deeper appreciation for lifestyle photography,  especially now that I’m a mother I’ve grown to learn that these sometimes quiet and intimate moments are really the most beautiful and cherished ones to capture.

I pulled into Megan and Nick’s driveway around 10am, the sun was soft in the sky, not quite ready to make it’s appearance from the array of clouds that slowly drifted by. Two black vintage rocking chairs  adorned the front porch and as you walk by they softly whisper for you to take a seat, kick off your shoes  and rock the afternoon away. I breathed easy as I entered their charming farmhouse, quiet and clean, with soft ambient light billowing through their windows. From room to room I stood back and watched as Megan and Nick navigated this new course of parenthood. It was spectacular.

One thing that was so apparent was the partnership that Megan and Nick have, I saw joy in both of their eyes as they shared little tasks like changing Taylor’s outfits and taking turns softly rocking her when she was upset. It’s  really such a beautiful  thing to see two people bloom as parents, seeing their eyes glisten and their cheeks glow, I could feel the love with every click of my shutter as it vibrated in the hollows of my chest. How beautiful is life?!

As the morning guided us along, I captured moments that I know I would have loved as a parent myself. A soft kiss, a gentle squeeze of your baby’s hand on yours, the pursing of a mothers lips as she tenderly hushes her baby to sleep. Capturing just a small flash of time, a tiny breath, an inhale and exhale of love splashed in to the great big sea of life. Stolen for a moment to never be lost. How special I felt that I was there so these moments can remind them of a time that will someday seem like it was just a short while back. That someday they’ll look at these photos and remember all the feelings of newness, of excitement, of joy and exhaustion that new parenthood brings out.  But someday can wait, as for now, I was just allowing myself and them to be present, to slowly allow time to pass by as I tried to take it all in.


Shannon had messaged me a few months back about wanting to do a maternity and newborn session, already having  three year old twins she like the idea of a lifestyle session, more of a little glimpse into everyday life with her family, and a little less structure and more real life. I couldn’t have been more on board with the idea especially with where my style has been shifting, this is exactly where I want to see more of my work going.

We started our adventure in the kitchen, where they baked homemade millet rolls.  Little bare feet adorned the clean kitchen counter and melodic squeals danced through to the top of the ceiling as the twins stuck their hands into the cold and gooey dough. After they put the baking sheet into the oven they all jumped up onto the couch (ok maybe just the kiddos jumped onto the couch) to snuggle up to a favorite story…or two. I love that no matter how many times kids hear their favorite stories their eyes still light up for every page, it’s literally like magic to them.

As soon as story time was over we leaped and skipped through the dining room and out the door. I had a hard time keeping up with their fast little legs, as they so effortlessly ran and twirled and summersaulted around as the air danced through their hair. The smell of fresh cut grass and the feeling of late afternoon sunshine was the only thing on their minds…and chasing the chickens.

After a good half hour of play, we ended our day with a picnic underneath the pines in the soft moss. The smell of fresh baked rolls filled the air, the cracking of hard boiled eggs and soft clanking of water glasses embraced the sounds of giddy laughs and fruit kisses. With dirt on their clothes and a little mischief in their eyes truly childhood is magic.

As I waved goodbye as they saw me off from their porch, I was in an almost dream like state. I felt like I captured some of the most special and intimate moments for this family, a peek into their life before baby.  I felt, with each photo that I edited that it spoke to me, whispering that these will be moments looked back upon for ages to come. That as the children grow older and the sounds of little ones becomes softer in the air, that they will be able to look at these photos and still remember the sounds of squeals echoing through the living room. They’ll remember the smell of fresh cut grass and warm millet rolls, and they’ll remember the feeling of the wind dancing through their hair. Remembering their childhood, from this one small glimpse of time.

And in that very moment, I fell in love with my craft all over again .





There is something inside of me that has awakened.

Sure, it could be the hormones from having a baby or maybe, it is just part of me changing and blossoming naturally. Between raising my 10 month-old son, owning a business, buying our first home, chasing after my three year-old puppy, and trying to find some down time to spend with my husband, life has been spinning me around in circles. Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months and well, you know how the rest goes. I realized it has been eight years since I last updated my website and I cannot remember the last time I have sat down to write and reflect about my photography, so I figure now is as good a time as any.

As I sit here, I gaze out into the woods and I realize that my photography style is starting to slowly shift in a direction that has been calling to me for years. For some reason, I have always been too afraid to hear, but now I am listening, hoping to be more like the trees nestled in the backyard of my new (to me) farmhouse, the trees that make it seem effortless to bow with the wind. It has been a difficult path to this point, filled with both ups and downs, self doubts and creative blocks. There have been times when I have doubted my choices and the journey I have chosen but, here I still stand, my heart rooted in each photograph I have taken.

I hope you will join me as I share my work and bear a small piece of my soul with every image. I am forever grateful to have your company as I travel down this imperfect path that we call life.