I’m based in Washington. I’m 31, married to my husband Chandler, and we’re raising our son, which, most days, looks like a mix of really sweet moments, day old snacks on the floor, toys we constantly stub our toes on, and things not going how we planned. And honestly, that’s a big part of why I see things the way I do.

I’ve always been more on the quiet side. I love people watching quietly; I notice things. The way people look at each other, how they move around one another, and the small, in between moments of just existing.

I’m not drawn to perfection. I’m drawn to the raw moments, the ones that connect us deeply and make us who we are, even when they’re a little messy. That’s where the meaning is.

I feel most like myself on slow, overcast days. The kind where I can sleep in, where my coffee sits on the counter a little too long, and I still enjoy it anyway. There’s something about those small, ordinary moments that feels worth holding onto.

That’s the same feeling I’m drawn to when I’m taking photos. It’s like getting a glimpse into someone else’s world and quietly documenting it, and that, to me, is beautiful.

Photography has always been in the background, but choosing to pursue it came from realizing I didn’t want my life to feel rushed or checked off in boxes. I didn’t want to just get through the week waiting for the “important” moments.

I wanted to slow down. To notice. To create something that actually felt meaningful to me. And this does.

The way someone laughs at a joke they’ve heard a hundred times. The way they’re loved, even when they wake up with crazy hair.

That’s what I don’t want people to miss, and that’s what I’m paying attention to during our session.