I started my first blog in 2010 in the aftermath of a very public mental health episode. At the time, I desperately wanted a nice camera so I could have nice pictures for the blog. My husband encouraged this photography hobby and soon I largely abandoned the original blog in favor of an eight year-long very-part-time wedding photography career in which I photographed 48 weddings.
Random observations about life, love, my family, photography, and mental health issues are what you will find here. I have also been known to make jewelry and pick up a crochet hook on occasion. Laundry is the bane of my existence and there is always a load in both the washer and the dryer.
I was raised in Carrollton, Georgia and I met my husband Jared on the internet in the days before it was cool to tell people you met your spouse on the internet. I moved to Iowa to be with him and after our oldest was born, I pitched a fit having a baby so far away from home. I told Jared, “I am going home and taking the baby, you can come if you want to.” And so, he did. Our oldest is in college and this mama’s heart has been at the point of bursting all year long: our middle got substantial aid to a dream college, too, leaving this Fall. I am so proud of all of my children.
I love telling stories. I have kept a journal since I was eight years old and photography has become a natural extension of my story-telling journey. I tell some of those stories on this blog. I use this safe space to explore memories and analyze the quiet (and not-so-quiet) details of a well-observed life. It’s a whole thing.
After much soul-searching and redefining my relationship with photography, I am settling into exploring fine art photography as self-expression and story-telling in its own right as well as using images to augment the stories I share here.
