Get To Know Me
Dom and me in Milan, Italy / August 2022
I was born and raised in a small town in West Tennessee, but most people don’t pick up on my accent until I say “y’all” or “friend.” In 2011 I came to New York to visit my oldest sister, who I should’ve known had more than just a visit planned with the one-way ticket she “got a good deal on and just had to buy.” I was in New York for one week and randomly landed a job I wasn’t even looking for. I took that as a sign from the universe, booked a flight home a week later, packed everything I needed in two suitcases and officially moved to New York the next day. It was the craziest thing I’ve ever done, and in my early days living in NYC I seriously questioned my sanity, but it was the best decision I’ve ever made.
Over a decade later, I’m a full time photographer living in New Jersey with my husband, Dom (who you’ll spot cooking on my IG Stories - or filming weddings alongside me), and our two fluffy black cats, Tubby & Taco. When I’m not behind my camera or computer, you can find me in my kitchen baking sourdough bread, at a pottery wheel, in my garden obsessing over my marigolds, or daydreaming about where Dom and I will travel to next.
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Why I became a photographer
One of my fondest childhood memories is sitting on the floor of my grandparents’ home with my mom looking through a tin box filled with old photographs. There were photos of my mom and aunts as teenagers and my grandparents throughout their lives. The amazing thing about all of these photographs, besides being in such great condition over the decades, is that my grandmother wrote the date and a little note on the back of each one. These photos are priceless and something I cherish more than words can describe.
One day, many years later, I recalled this memory and something just clicked. I knew I wanted to capture people’s lives, to freeze a moment in time, to give these moments back so they can relive their memories and pass them down to their children and grandchildren.
I spent a lot of time with my grandparents when I was little. My grandmother “Monk” was my best friend. She was always taking photos with her point and shoot film camera and it only makes sense that one day I’d have a curiosity and ask to take a photo. I took these two photos when I was only 3 years old - one’s a little blurry and the other I cut their heads off, but that’s trendy now, right?
Monk unfortunately passed away when I was only 8, but even after all these years, I can still hear her laugh and feel the warmth of her unconditional love when I look at photos of her. It dawned on me recently that maybe photography means more to me than I even realized - maybe photography makes me feel close to her and keeps her spirit alive through me.
