Cheetos, Sammiches & Ocean air… by my side.
Family. The word alone speaks volume in my life. It’s a big deal, family that is. Family is a big deal. With the holiday quickly approaching, my mind has been buzzing. Stay or do I go? Yes, I would love to move away again, but then there is my “Family.” Growing up, I can remember every major holiday always being spent together. It was not just a matter of visiting for dinner, we literally picked one house and slept there on Christmas Eve, played games, ate, sang, together. We did everything together, at least on the holidays, but things have changed. As we began to grow up, the grandchildren that is, the family times seemed to diminish. Slowly

My Favorite Things.
So it’s almost two o’clock in the morning, and I sit on the couch, typing. Putting a little bit of me into the world for today. Sunday was a good day, not great, but it was a good day. I am thankful for the good days. They beat the days you wake up racing for a bowl of cereal, just to find there isn’t any milk. Or the time you took an hour making the perfect pancakes and then realized there wasn’t any syrup? The clothes you put in the washer, and when you reached for the detergent, the Tide was all gone? I mean there are those days, but life is still a beautiful thing. I will spend most of my day at the desk working, but here are a few of my favorit

What’s it worth?
It’s what I do. Every day, every night, it’s what I am doing. Editing. Often when my sister calls me, she asks, “What are you doing?” and later giggles and says herself “Editing?” It’s what I do, because of what I do. I’m a professional photographer. What exactly does that mean? Some define being professional by the percentage of your income that comes from photography, others by your experience etc. Either way, I am a professional. I am the professional. My studio did not make me the professional, I did. This is what I do for a living, it’s not a hobby or a “hustle.” My work doesn’t stop at the p

Just because…
I was just there for support I suppose you could say, but these are a few of the shots I grabbed while there…. and again, I Love, Love…

Live like you’re dying…
It was just a few days before my 30th birthday, June 9th to be exact. The morning started out as it always does, until I saw it. It!. It seems so surreal even now, months later. As I read the blog, I sobbed. I mean I cried as though the news was about me. The news… He has brain cancer. He would be David Wenzel. Recently, I spoke about the awesome photographer, Jasmine Star,and how I felt I knew her, because her blog was so open into her life and her work, well the same goes for Amy Wenzel. David would be her husband. While away on busine