Passion, Love & Happiness. I'm on a journey to capture these emotions from people who radiate their inner beauty and joy into my lens. I photograph because I adore weddings, a spontaneous lifestyle and meeting amazing individuals who will change my life. I hope that next unique someone is you.

I was completely surprised by a beautiful bouquet of flowers this week from a very special client and I just wanted to say thank you. They are a wonderful reminder that I’m so fortunate to do what I love and that my art touches the lives of others. I feel incredibly blissful today. :)
I was testing my camera and needed a subject. Luckily there was one right at my feet. If I spend my day working on the couch, he’s always snuggled next to me and I never feel alone. He really is my best friend.
Pirate terribly needed a haircut since our groomer is on leave so we finally took the challenge. Looks professional doesn’t it?
Our hair vacuum…aka the hole in the middle of the table. Not gonna lie, it was mighty fun using it.
I don’t think we did too bad! He looks like a satisfied customer! I’m sure you’re wondering, where’s the before photo? But that would require thinking ahead and this definitely wasn’t a well planned mission.
The Welshie we created from our Welshie. We always wanted two…
Only a dog would go for a swim after a day at the salon!
I couldn’t help but share this photo of Billy and Pirate fishing on our last camping trip. I love the paws over the boat!
So a few weeks ago we headed to the Adirondacks to go camping for our friend’s 30th birthday. It was about a 4 hour drive and I was pleasantly surprised that over 20 of us made the trip. I was also surprised to find out we weren’t just camping…we were truly “camping”. Camping to me is pitching a tent on someone’s lawn and having access to bathroom facilities and a refrigerator. Nope. I experienced the joy of cooking hot dogs on a stick, bathing in a lake, and sleeping on the bare hard ground. My body didn’t appreciate the hard ground part, but we did have a blast.
The Adirondacks are comprised of many small towns and on this particular day, the closest one was having a parade. We decided to venture to the festivities and while looking for a place to park, I noticed this patriotic woman sitting by herself waving her flag and waiting for the commotion to begin. I screamed with glee when I saw her and told my companions in the car my wish to capture her portrait, but we were on a mission to find our party. Of course we lost our caravan and ended up walking the streets looking for our friends. A few minutes later, Billy pointed out my previous captivation. “Hey look, there’s the woman you saw in the car, now you can take her picture!”
My stomach fell. I’d never approached a stranger before and asked to take their portrait, but I really wanted to photograph her. Really really bad. Of course when you have 3 people staring at you and expecting you to march right up to the subject, you grow some nerve quite quickly.
Charlotte was wearing a straw sunhat and a name tag. Oh my gosh was she darling. I asked her if I could take her portrait for my personal collection and her face lit up instantly. She had never been asked to be photographed before and she quickly started chattering. At one point she questioned how I was going to take a good photo if she was in the picture, but I knew she was immensely delighted that I had asked her.
The photos weren’t award winning, but that’s not what it was about. I simply wanted her portrait and I turned my camera to show her the results. She was thrilled but I was again embarrassed. I wanted to share the images with Charlotte for her kindness, but I didn’t have a business card in my pocket. Should I ask her for her email? Ummm….how about her mailing address…..well that would be awkward. So I just thanked her and left, but I felt really guilty for taking a photo she adored then walking away.
Hours later we finally found our friends. We shared stories of our adventures down the street of this small town when I told them of the adorable Charlotte. As I passed my camera around to share the images, my friend’s father exclaimed, “She’s our neighbor!”. YAY! Of the ten houses on their rural road, my one and only portrait subject of the day was their friendly neighbor who they agreed to give her prints I would send by mail.
I was thrilled to not only have concurred my fear of photographing strangers but also to bring a little joy to a sweet woman named Charlotte.