nos·tal·gia . noun “a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.”
Three years ago, I was transplanted from the islands of the Puget Sound, Washington to Augusta, Georgia and now en route to Bahrain.
I never knew I was such a Seattleite, until I moved to the South. Rain makes my heart sing, and I may turn down the air conditioner to a freeze in the summer, just so I can drink a hot cup of coffee and snuggle in my favorite thick blanket. I have a 2-pound bag of kale in my freezer, wear my North Face rain jacket in 100 degree weather (it might rain!), and I am currently writing this at a local Starbucks.
I grew up convinced that I would become a stage actress. I worked on 4 shows a year from the ages of 7-18 and trained with professional Broadway actors. I had everything lined up to take on show business, but something was always missing. I began to direct theater productions and found my outlet through watching those of an early age blossom in the roles that they depicted. During a production, I bought my first DSLR and began to document our show. Those photos were the single greatest jumping off point, of my career and truly made me realize - art is art, no matter what form it comes in.
The thing that I love the most about photography is, the viewer has a glimpse inside the mind of the person photographing the moment. I tell new friends who book me that I am here to capture the moments that you want to take away with you, forever.
While, I will capture the moments that will look beautiful in an annual Christmas card or a proud Senior, radiating in excitement for the future – I want you to tell me what you want to hold on to the most in your life. I want you to be the director of your life’s production, with my eye aiding the narration.
Today, dinner for your children may feel like a chore. But, when your children are in their 30’s, you will live for the day that they were laughing and playing with their food. Why not capture that?
Why not capture a moment of hysterical laughter or sweet forehead kiss by the love of your life?
Why not capture tired hands brushing through a head of hair, filled with so much wisdom?
Those moments – you lived for.
In life, you will long to go back to small moments, where you were loved and ache to go again.
For those times, I will be there.
I would love to hear more about your vision.