It’s been a while since I’ve blogged or written. Instagram, though it’s been lovely for collecting all my favorite images over the last few years, it has made me lazy in some regards at story telling. I’ve found myself recently wanting to say more, as well as, show larger bodies of work and that is somewhat limited by Instagrams platform. So, here we are.
I’m not entirely sure how far back I should start. There are some kind souls who have followed my photographs for a while, and some new faces here. For time saving purposes, and largely out of courtesy to you, I’ll spare you where I was born, how I’m the oldest of seven kids and what my childhood was like. I’ll leave out the details of where I went to college, how I met my husband and the recent happenings of moving our family from Eastern Oregon to the southwest of Montana. We can go into the weeds another time.
Much of my photographic journey is owed to my kiddos. I stayed at home with them while they were little, and I was always moved by the way I would feel after, in hindsight, looking at the images I would make of our time together. Usually it was so mundane, though rarely idle as much of our time was spent outdoors, I still found it difficult to always see the greater meaning in my care-taking in real time. But seeing though my photographs, after the fact, helped me mature and helped me learn. I could see light in real time, and I could wait and watch, observe, but it was after the fact that I would really see the beauty and feel profoundly that I had done a good job in how I was spending my time. Being able to see in that way, felt magical, and moved me to continue shooting.
I eventually realized I wanted to share this way of seeing with others and offer windows of insight into their own experiences. I worked my way through summers of weddings, and always felt so privileged that strangers would give me a front row seat to their wedding day moments. Living in the high desert of Eastern Oregon for over a decade meant that many of my wedding clients were working farmers and ranchers, or had family ties to generational work. My interests started to shift greatly, and I became enthralled in the ways these families earned their living. Again, privileged that I would be hired and given a front row seat to capture their way of life.
From farming to hunting, to locally consciences kitchens, chefs who care and producers who have pride in their craft; I am continually inspired by the stories of what these individuals call work. Being that Bozeman is larger than where I just spent the last 10 years, I am so excited for the community supported agriculture that is present here. In the few short months I’ve been here, the people that I have worked with and learned from, and those that have trusted me with their story, have provided a renewed excitement and energy for photography and this platform of storytelling. I also believe deeply in slow food, and telling the stories of these unsung heros behind each early morning and late nights brings me deep satisfaction and fulfillment.
I look forward to sharing more with you. If you’d like to follow along, I’d love for you to subscribe to the blog!
Thanks for being here,