Today, I still find myself captivated by details in some story-telling, poetic form. I think of them as love ballads And so, I've been devoted to the details of these love ballads through the craft of photography.
I've spent the last 12 years working to visually bridge the gap between modern, imperfect beauty, and a warm, nostalgic sentiment. I most enjoy creating images that speak through warm and moody hues, genuine emotion, movement, humor, and interesting textures.
Ever since I could remember, I've been enamored with the details. The smell of sage filling the desert air after it rained and how the sun's position in the sky had a way of making the desert seem so desolate yet so grand all in one day.
The way my brother's curls would frame his perfect, little, angel face and how he ran like Bambi on ice during his toddler years.
My sister's "up to no good" expressions, and how the sky was engulfed with an oddly beautiful array of warm and smokey colors, the day she caught our house on fire in third grade.