I grew up with a tree fort in my backyard
and blossoming apple trees, and neighbours around us who thought our family was crazy. I had seven brothers and one sister. We were all tall and skinny with blue eyes and long arms, and my blue eyes were always looking for beauty in the details of life. They were the lenses through which I drifted into photography - capturing memories to share with others.
As life went on, my heart and my imagination traveled to many beautiful places, and God through His grace gave me the gift to keep displaying these beautiful places through photography. And then I met a man whose name I couldn't pronounce, from a country I couldn't find on a map...
And here we are today. I am sitting in our sunlit living room with frayed curtains and a record player humming in the background, next to this man who is now my husband. He likes black and white, and I like colour. He is from the south of the world and I am from the north of the world, and God spun this crazy globe and knocked us off it and tumbled us together, and isn't that wonderful? We have a little toddler who has my husband's nose and my hair, and who leaves his socks all over our house and his sticky fingerprints over every item of clothing we own.
Time has passed since I was a little girl holding memories in my hands, but I still feel that fumbling excitement after every session with every sunlight-filled mother or life-filled child. I still have that breathlessness in my throat as I wait to view the images on my screen.
And I want to know - what's your story? Did you have a tree fort when you were a kid, and what wonderful, exciting thing makes that breathlessness grow in your throat? And do you have any memories that you would like me to capture, memories that you want to hold in your hands forever?
If so, I would love to hear from you! You can get in touch with me through the contact form on my website.