Growing up, more times than I can remember, I would sit and sift through my mother’s old boxes filled with dusty old photographs, looking through stacks of film prints that told the story of my parents’, grandparents and old friend’s lives. They were tangible and imperfect, yet deeply alive, each one like opening a window back into a memory. That feeling inspired me, and it’s the reason I fell in love with photography in the first place.
I still look through my mother’s albums, some of the images I know by heart, and some I’m only just noticing now. There’s something meaningful about seeing our lives in those small, everyday moments - the way someone laughed, the way they stood close to the people they loved, the way life looked before we realized how fast it would go.
These photos are what we hold onto. They become our heirlooms. This is why I do what I do, so the memories that matter to you can be kept, remembered, and passed down.
I’m drawn to the small, in-between moments; the ones that say everything without words. Like grandma smiling at you as you touch up your hair in the mirror. Your mom tearfully watching as you laugh and cry with your closest friends. Or that quiet hand squeeze between newlyweds as your favorite people share stories about the love that shaped you. These are the moments that matter most - fleeting, honest, and deeply human, and they’re the ones I love to preserve.
“From the moment she arrived, she brought a calming, grounding presence—checking in on us, asking what we needed, and making sure we felt cared for throughout the day. At the same time, she caught small, meaningful moments we’ll treasure forever”
I’ve been drawn to cameras and photographs for as long as I can remember. What started when I was about ten - taking pictures of anything that inspired me: my pets, my family, and the things around me, slowly became something more. By high school, I was the friend who always had a camera, planning photoshoots and documenting everything.
Over time, I realized that photography wasn’t just a hobby - it was the thing that made me feel most like myself. It allows us to preserve the moments we wish we could hold onto forever; the people we love and the feelings we never want to forget. It has always been both art and memory for me.
In my early twenties, I moved from my tiny hometown in Vermont to Nashville, Tennessee to pursue a degree in commercial photography. It’s where I learned the technical side of the craft - lighting, directing, working with models, building editorial-style shoots. It’s also where my love for an editorial, structured aesthetic began to blend with my natural pull toward candid, honest storytelling. The mix of those two worlds is what shaped my style into what it is today.
Now, I’m back in Vermont with my fiancé, Austin, our rescue dog Blu, and our five ducks. If I weren’t a photographer, I’d probably be running an animal sanctuary. I have a huge heart for rescue animals and hope one day to build a space that reflects that. For now, we’re renovating a tiny home on wheels while searching for (or possibly building) our future home. We’ve always had a bit of a nomadic streak, and we’ve never been ones to follow the “traditional” route. We’re constantly planning the next trip or adventure.
And because I’ve never believed in staying in just one place, my bags are always packed. I’ll meet you wherever your story takes you, near or far!