In a world that glorifies busyness and hustle culture, I strive to cultivate a life of intention, slowness, and purpose. My joy is found in the quiet rhythms of daily life: getting my hands dirty in my garden, tending to the chickens (and cats! and bees!), reading a novel on my Kindle, my 4 year old daughter, A GOOD NAP, or kneading dough for another batch of sourdough bread. I breathe so much easier living plain, predictable (some might say “boring”) daily life alongside and with my daughter and husband. These are the moments that ground me, that remind me of what truly matters—family, nature, and the beauty of a life well-lived.

I see the same beauty in the celebrations I photograph—the quiet, unspoken moments that hold the deepest meaning. It’s in the way a new parent instinctively soothes her newborn, how a parent can send his child into a fit of laughter, the way a grandmother’s eyes shine as she watches her grandchild watch his partner walk down the aisle, or the soft squeeze of your spouse’s hand after you’ve walked up and the aisle married, saying “I love you! We did it!”

Spending most of my time with my daughter has sharpened my sense of observation, a skill I think many people unintentionally grow out of. With a camera in my hand, I’m always searching for moments —tiny flashes of joy, pride, and happiness that, at their core, all trace back to love. If I could leave behind any legacy, it would be just that—a legacy of love.