On a crisp winter day, one of my childhood friends, Drew, married the love of his life, Melissa. It was a sweet ceremony and reception of family and friends. So many moments during this day were so beautiful. It is such an honor to capture significant memories for people you love and have watched grow. It's a privilege to see the man and husband Drew has grown into, and it's been a delight to get to know Melissa. Witnessing their wedding and the intimate moments was a gift, a

As an artist, occassionally you can start feeling isolated, alone, and like all your doing is producing. Perhaps this is just an #artistprob, but one of the great tensions I've experienced as a creative is balancing work and play. One of the main reasons I delight in creating is because I have so much freedom, but there is a tension (and I say this instead of balance on purpose) between creating for someone else and creating for the sake of seeing what comes alive. The latter

One of the distinct privileges of capturing moments through a veiwfinder is seeing friends grow and change on the other side. I've grown up knowing Drew. We used to carpool to school together back in 3rd and 4th grade. He and my brother used to make fun of me while imitating Tony Hawk moves in high school and jr. high (those years were rough). Finally, I think we came to terms that we would be friends. One of the distinctions of Drew's story is watching him grow and transform

"Love is a touch of friendship and a handful of dreams." R. M. Drake One fresh, autumn morning I arrived at Woodsen and Danica's to peer into their morning routine and tiny home. I was paid in sourdough pancakes that were out of this world (Woodsen's family recipe). As unique as their names, their tiny home mathes their gentle disposition and sense of rare adventure. My peek was one I was privileged to behold. They've made a lovely space in the woods, just high enough above t

"Where there is great love, there is ALWAYS miracles." - Willa Cather Labor Day weekend I packed up with my pal Hannah Steck headed to Girdwood to see one of the loveliest girls in the world get married. See Adrienne is one of those rare women who looks at you deeply, listens intently, lives passionately, and loves wholeheartedly. She met a man who was equally present and rare, and coincidently named Adrian. They as a pair are some of the most fantastic duos you will encounte

“In the days when the judges ruled there was famine in the land…” – Ruth 1:1 Some days I feel like I live in the days of the Judges. I belong to an email group. It’s a group of seven women from around the country who have randomly been brought together through heartache; married, single, mothers, daughters, and sisters. We don’t know each other in person and we’re boldly sharing our stories, our hopes, our fears, our grief, and our gladness with one another. I’ve wept reading

Confession: My heart is wayward. As wayward as they come. I’d love to say it is constant, faithful, loyal, and steadfast to what I know is truth, but that would be a lie. A lie that if I believed I'd succumb further into my waywardness. But when I recognize my wayward heart and it’s insidious ways, I have the opportunity to surrender my unruliness and step into the righteousness of Jesus that is faithful, steadfast, and true. Over time I realize I’m no better than Old Testame

Six years ago a friend of mine got married. She was completely ecstatic and elated to finally be with the man she adored. And she adored him. It seemed like there was NOTHING this man could ever do wrong. Totally untrue, but that’s the impression I got. Every morning she came into work glowing with their newly married life, and when there was a controversy it took very little time for mending to begin. She could even gush about the beauty of their fights and conflict resoluti

Remember my friend Hope who's a Noonday Ambassador? Well...the spring line is in, along with a few additional pieces from last season, so what to do? A photo shoot of course. DUH! So, this is a post of how all my friends are DROP.DEAD.GORGEOUS.SUPER.MODEL.STATUS and the best part is they're not jerks about how HAWT they are. No, but seriously, they don't even know how stunning they are. And to make this "amazing girl next door" tale even better, is they're not just fun to loo

When I was a kid my brother and I used to play this game. One of us would yell, “Trust fall!” The other would close their eyes and fall backwards, hoping to be caught. Originally it started out really fun. Closing my eyes, free falling backwards, sometimes for what felt like eternity to be caught at the last second. But then something happened. One of us, I’m not sure who, got the grand idea to yell, “Trust fall!” and when we started falling stepped out of the way so the fal