I struggled most of my life trying to find a place that I fit into. Trying to find a group of friends that I felt like understood me. Trying to tell stories through art & photography that other people felt connected to, so maybe for a second their connection to my work would give me connection to another human.
It wasn’t until 2021 where I finally found a place that felt like home. I went out west having no idea about it, never watched Yellowstone before (now I’m obsessed lol), and really only went because I couldn’t turn down a $250 round trip ticket. Little did I know I’d find a place that leaving every time made me homesick for.  Connected to the way of life there, to the people there, to the land there. It will always feel like home and I’ll always be looking for a way to get back. But besides Montana, photography gives me snippets of the same feeling. Telling stories & being a part of peoples lives, even if it’s brief in the grand scheme of things. I live for that connection, and raw moments and places.
So this is me: dirt on my boots, sunset glow on my skin, looking for moments that when captured right, feel like home. And I’m so thankful I get to do the same for all of my clients.