Live the moment. The dishes can wait.


Genuine, Spontaneous, Playful, Curious

I create photo documentaries of families spending time together, letting go of the unrealistic Pinterest-perfect version of life and being in the moment together; spontaneous, playful and honest. I remember rainy afternoons spent with my mum in the kitchen, baking cakes and not caring about the clouds of flour that wafted around us. And sunny summer Sundays washing the car with my dad and turning the hose on him to initiate a family water fight.These are the honest moments where we all look most beautiful, engaged with the people we love, living in the moment and forgetting the rest. These are the moments I love to photograph.

Recent Work

A walk to the park with the Rogers family – Folsom family photography

In my time dealing with chronic pain and injury, I have worked with three PCPs, two osteopaths, two massage therapists, an acupuncturist, two chiropractors, two orthopedic specialists, a neurologist, and no fewer than ten physical therapists.All had their own idea of...

The Adams / Brandt families – Folsom extended family session

Any time I get to spend with the Brandt family, I jump at the chance. They’re warm, open, playful, funny, and generous. So, when I had the opportunity to capture some of mom, Amber’s, extended family last month, I forgot I was supposed to be taking the...

2017 // 365

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person...

The Fong Family – Land Park family session

I love capturing the unique spirit of families. I love finding *that thing* that friends and family know about them and seeing that come through in the photos so that people who have never met them before suddenly “get” them in a new way. It not only makes...

The Brandt Family – Folsom lifestyle family session

Oh man, this family. They are like family to me. I photographed them 4 years ago for the first time, just before dad, Bruce, took off on his last deployment to Afghanistan. Then, found myself in the delivery room with Amber, acting as Bruce’s eyes from thousands...
My  Story
The big, plastic bowl is between my legs jiggling back and forth as I stir the batter vigorously with my inexperienced little hands. I’m so small that my feet barely dangle over the edge of the countertop that I’m perched precariously on top of. It’s raining but inside it’s warm and cozy, the air rich with the smell of butter, sugar and my mum’s cup of instant coffee which she’s sipping as she stands next to me. Her gentle voice offers me encouragement to keep stirring and, every now and then, she puts her hands over mine to give the movement a little more oomph.

There’s cake mix on my bare thighs, flour on her shirt and we both occasionally dip our finger into the bowl for a taste test. We giggle like school girls because it always feels just a little naughty.

I remember her wavy blond hair, her pink cheeks, her easy smile, that loving look on her face whenever we exchanged a glance that said “isn’t this FUN!?” and most of all, I remember her hands. I used to love looking at them, hoping one day that the chubbiness of my own fingers would transform to be as long and lovely as hers. (They never did.)

She is so beautiful in a way that transcends any physical description I could write of her. It would miss her comforting smell, the sound of her laughter and the feel of her stolen kisses on my cheek. But that memory of us baking

cakes in our tiny little kitchen in England drops me right back into that moment and I can feel it all again as if it were yesterday. I only wish I had a photograph of moments like that.

My mother was too lost in the joy of working with me to care about whether raw egg was going to make us sick, or if my little hands were completely clean, or even about the flour which also made its way to the floor. How the cake turned out wasn’t the point and, as for the mess, she’d just clean it up later.

These are some of the strongest memories from my childhood. The ordinary tasks I shared with my mother, everyday things that she turned into an opportunity for us to play and connect. My mother taught me that mess you make in the process of having fun is simply the evidence of a life lived joyfully. A life in which you give yourself permission to let the unrealistic, Pinterest version of life go, in favor of putting the most important things in life first: the people you love and the ever-so precious time you have to spend with them.


Like my mum I’ll put snuggles on the couch over clean dishes any day and ignore the pile of laundry to join in with my daughter dancing to One Direction in the living room. I believe in putting fun first, spontaneously grabbing the hose and dousing dad in the back yard when he’s not paying attention, and worrying about the aftermath later.

Let’s get lost in these bright flashes of life together and then I’ll photograph that.

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