I believe…

A little imperfection is pretty.  Warmth and touch is more important than uniformity.  Genuine love is more inspiring than a meticulously curated Pinterest board.  Slow tears and secret winks.  Capturing all the beauty quietly and authentically.



I’m most happy when the bed is made or when I’m eating cheese and I stop whatever I’m doing the moment the Anthropologie catalog arrives. I can’t live without swimming or my giant stack of magazine subscriptions, and my guiltiest pleasure is watching reruns of Sex and the City while drinking red wine and then walking around the house afterward and calling everything fabulous.

A country girl at heart, I was raised in a rustic Sonoma County house that was tucked in-between a creek and an apple orchard. I spent my childhood days making elaborate forts under the wooden staircase and tormenting the neighbors as I roared up and down our dirt road on my 3 wheeler motorcycle.  As I grew up so did my hobbies, and my love for photography blossomed.

In 2000, my cousin was planning her San Francisco beach wedding and asked if I’d step in as their photographer. Despite my amateur title at the time and my persistent stomach butterflies I said yes and it is still one of my most cherished weddings to look back on. I was hooked.

Over the years, my love for photography has grown but the real shift in my life took place in 2008 after a very unexpected and temporary cancer diagnosis. I had an instant glimpse into how quickly life can change and I made the decision right then and there that I was going to follow my dreams. I’ve never looked back.