the face

behind the camera.

I’ve had a camera in my hands for as long as I can remember. My ​very first camera was a fluorescent orange Concord 110 which I ​purchase from McDonalds, yes the fast food restaurant, in the ​the 1990s.

Since then I have always had my eye on the world around me ​seeing light cascade across a mountain valley, never looking the ​same twice, or how massive sequoias, in all their expanse, have ​the tiniest threads of details in their burnt orange trunks.

Capturing the beauty of our world has always brought me great ​satisfaction but the greatest gift, the thing that makes me feel the ​most alive, is catching the wonder and joy of humanity. We all tell ​a story and each one is worth knowing, witnessing, and abiding in.

Taking a picture isn’t simply about putting a stamp in time and ​saying “I was here” its about pausing and taking a breath in that ​moment, feeling the fullness of that time and space, the memory ​of it. To soak up the sight of candles on your sweet 16, the sounds ​of laughter when the candles wouldn’t blow out, the smell of ​smoke from the sparklers, and that enjoyment of being ​surrounded by those you love and who love you.

That is why I love being a photographer.

Outside of photography I love to wander and explore, preferably ​on my mountain bike or hiking. I love to play disc golf, having ​adventures with my niece’s and nephews, and catching up with ​friends over cheesecake. I also love to travel and take my time ​learning about a place and it’s people. Recently my hubby and I ​went to St.Lucia and was marvelled by all the history. It’s a ​beautiful place with beautiful people.