I COME FROM A LONG LINE OF PHOTO LOVERS.
I “found” (more like stole) my first camera in wooden box my dad kept at his bedside. My mother has my entire childhood dated, labeled and organized into several volumes of scrapbooks. And my great grandfather took hundreds of slides to capture his family. Clearly, this stuff is in my blood. It’s my way of remembering all the details of life, the good, the bad, and everything in between. I use it as an exercise of gratitude for what I have. My home, my family, the gift of life and the treasure of love. Ultimately, I hope to do the same for you.
YOUR LIFE, FOREVER CAPTURED.
Pictures are treasures, they grow in value over time. I look back at images from my childhood and see how blessed I am. A good picture captures the details, the nuances, the everyday wonder of life. They remind us what we are here for: our people. We don't want to miss how she skips along the sidewalks, how his hair was so curly or the feeling of buying your first home or celebrating your fiftieth anniversary. Your people matter and your story matters.