Your wedding & family photographer

I’ve always noticed things. The smile that comes over Grandma’s face when she holds her grandbaby. The way your little one melts into your arms after a fall.

Most of my days, I’m not holding a camera. I’m home with my three kids, at the kitchen table, in the garden, in the middle of it. So when I come into your home, nothing about a real day surprises me. You can stop holding everyone together and just be with them.

At weddings, being a mother changes what I notice. A mother fixing a veil one last time. A father who can’t quite get through his toast. While you’re in the middle of your day, I’m noticing the people who love you most, and later you’ll see how they looked at you.

Whether it’s a wedding or an ordinary Tuesday, it’s the same story. Love fills more of a day than we can see from inside it. I’m there to help you see it.

Reflection of a woman and a child in a mirror, indoors, with a window showing a tree outside, and houseplants visible in the room.

Our Life

I live in the mountains of West Virginia with Clay and our three kids, Luella, Mae, and Teo. Clay builds houses. I photograph what happens inside them.

Our days are good friends and potlucks, music in the kitchen, muddy shoes by the door, bike rides and walks on the trail. It’s loud and full and ordinary, and I love it.

It’s also why I photograph families the way I do. I know these days matter, not someday, but right now. That’s what I want you to see in yours.

A man with a beard and a shaved head, wearing a light-colored t-shirt, is holding a baby's legs while he is diapering or dressing the baby in a room with kitchen shelves and utensils in the background. The image is in black and white.
young girl looking at sibling
Two children playing in an indoor swimming pool, leaning over the edge and reaching into the water, with a clear sky and buildings visible in the background.

Close to home

I photograph families and weddings across Greenbrier and Pocahontas Counties and beyond: in kitchens and backyards, old churches, and up on the ridges. Travel within an hour and a quarter of Hillsboro is always included.

If any of this feels like you, I’d love to hear about your people.

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