Little Boys and Their Curiosity

Since I am only about 2 weeks from giving birth to my 3rd child I decided to take a day to really focus on my little boys. As excited as I am to have a new sweet little girl in our lives, I am feeling a little sad that it wont be just me and my little guys anymore. Maybe that’s just because she’s not here yet, but regardless, I wanted to take some time to really appreciate my guys.

So one morning we woke up, had breakfast and I decided to pull out my camera and spend time with them. Usually after their morning breakfast and cartoons routine, they usually head off to their room and play together until its boring and they are ready to bug me for entertainment. I usually take the time they are playing in their room to clean up, prepare myself for the day, make notes on all the things I want to accomplish that day etc. But today, I decided that I wanted to take a look at their little world. On this particular morning, Oliver went straight into his room and sat at his window, which is where he keeps all his rocks.


This kid LOVES rocks. At first I really thought that this was a passing obsession. Its not. He picks up rocks everywhere he goes, but the truly sweet part is that he makes sure to pick them up when we go somewhere new, or we are doing something he finds to be particularly special. For instance, he has a rock from Nebraska, when we spent time there visiting family, he has a rock he picked up from the mountain that his daddy and I got married on, and he has rocks from places we’ve taken them- like dinosaur valley, or the lake his daddy first took them fishing at. He’s even got rocks that he’s asked people to bring back fro him. For instance that one with the stripes on it.. he asked his grandpa to bring that back for him when he went to Belize. I’m not sure if its the actual rocks he enjoys having, or if its the idea of bringing places back with him that intrigues him so much. Either way,  its definitely an impressive collection he’s got, and he certainly loves to tell you all about it.


Simon is definitely the more curious of the two. He took to his room and put on his “play pretend lab coat” and pulled out the microscope that we got him for Christmas, and started looking at random things he found in his room- a river rock from his brothers collection, the apple core he had been snacking on, and his own toes. When  you ask him what he wants to be when he grows up, he usually answers with the typical “I wanna work with daddy”, jobs like Scientist or artist never really come out of his mouth even though he definitely has a curious and creative side. He is always drawing, “writing stories”, and even though they usually end in messes that I’m responsible for cleaning- he does a lot of “experimenting”. I tried to stay out of the way as much as possible so I could just observe them, but of course just sitting in the room invited quite a few remarks like, “mommy, look, you’ve got to see this”.

The thing I think I loved most about this morning, was that I took a moment to do some “observing”, or so I thought, and what I ended up doing was taking time to show my favorite little guys that the things that matter to them, also matter to me. I don’t think that I spend enough time really showing them that the things that interest them are important. Sure, I exclaim how wonderful all their drawings are, or how unique their new rocks are, but I don’t spend enough time on the floor with them- completely engaged in what it is they are trying to show me. Spending that whole morning really letting them show me how cool they thought their toes looked under the microscope is a memory I’m gonna cherish for the rest of my life; and I’m really glad that its how I spent my morning.





Something Inspirational.

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times. I am not a fan of portraits. The posey kind anyways. I started photography as a hobby and an outlet. I take mostly self portraits. Like everyone I wasnt great at it at first, but you get better and better as you practice; like with anything. As i began to progress more and more people asked me if I’d do family/couple/engagement etc. photos for them and what I charge to do them. Now, for me, I simply SUCK at posing people, and when it comes to lighting, locations, and poses, my mental default is stuck in my own personal style. So, when people ask me I usually say I’ll do it for free (for lack of confidence) and I make sure they have seen my work so they don’t expect something different than what I will be giving them. Maybe that sounds harsh, because of the whole “the customer is always right” thing. BUT I simply don’t have the same “Style” as some of the professional portrait photogs out there. That said, I do still do them on the rare occasion. When I do, I rely heavily on candid, and personal. like today. I had a friend reach out to me about her sisters boyfriend wanting to fake her out with a staged photoshoot that would turn in to a proposal. This one I obviously agreed to because it would be VERY candid. But i was still nervous. Fast forward to when it was over and I was IN LOVE! And thats when I realized. Maybe its not so much the posing I dislike, maybe its the fact that there isn’t much emotion behind posing people like mannequins. So everyone meet Victoria and Josh. These two made my life spectacularly easy because they had just SO MUCH love between them. They came in, got comfy, and I just captured it.


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For the love of art.

Today I was informed I was a highlighted artist in an article featuring a blog I have grown to love. this blog has been a literal game changer for myself and many photographers who have contributed to it. What Danielle has done is given artists like myself a platform to put our work out in the world for exactly what it is. I myself have battled depression in the past and seen my loved ones afflicted. I was a photographer before my personal affliction, but I fell into it like love for the first time while I was fighting my own battle. Even though I am no longer in the same place now, it tore open a part of me I never knew existed. Since then, I have pulled all of my inspiration from that place and never looked back. Many of the contributing artists have beautiful stories. And many of them are like me, they use their art as their outlet but they do not tell you that. I, myself always felt ashamed and embarrassed of my mental state. I created what I created for myself and myself alone. I never gave you a reason behind what you were looking at. Luckily, art is funny like that. You can conclude whatever you want about a piece of work but you may not ever know if you’re correct. Finding this blog ended all of that for me and allowed me to join a real community. All artists may see themselves as a collective community but it’s not like this. These people do not see your work and call it “scary” “creepy” or “off-putting” (which I have been told about my own work) they are uplifting and supportive. I was and still am honored to share my work and my story with this community and I think every artist should check out the blog. These artistic are working off of pure emotion and they all have a talent that should be seen. I highly recommend following broken light collective.





Its been so long since I’ve sat in front of a computer with the intention of editing something that wasn’t a family portrait. I must’ve forgotten how much patience it takes. clearly by my tone I’m sure you can tell I am unhappy with this particular picture. But the point of all of this is to get back into the swing of things and I am happy with the progress I’ve made in my expression. In the past week or so ive noticed myself really acknowledging every little feeling I’ve had. and what’s more impressive is that I have found my self not only acknowledging them, but also turning them into metaphors, and imagining them in pictures.



I have so many ideas, and I’m really beginning to feel pieces of my old self returning. I just need to be reminded of how important patience is when it comes to all art forms.


What a wonderful blog!

Broken Light: A Photography Collective

Please welcome first-time contributor Shelby Hall, a 22-year-old mother from Dallas, Texas. Before her boys were born, she had a difficult relationship with her boyfriend (now fiancé) in part due to his struggles with drug addiction. She suffered from depression through much of their early relationship as a result of being unable to cope. Loving someone with addiction can feel hopeless at times. She felt lost and unsure about who she was, and who she was trying to be. During that rough time in her life she found herself comforted and consoled by her photography. Shelby’s fiancé is now two years sober, and they are wonderfully happy parents. She loves having her photos to look back on. They read like a timeline and you can see the progressions and pitfalls through them all. They also serve as a reminder of how much stronger she and her fiancé are today.

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starting over.

I have felt for a long time I have lost what makes me unique. Which naturally, destroys me. I Love doing portrait work and meeting new people but when I feel the need to do something solely for me, I feel like I’ve run dry.

In an attempt to correct this. I have decided to take old photos of mine and recreate them. hopefully that will spark some hidden creativity.


This is a photo taken in april of 2010.



This is my “recreation”

the thing I like most is that I have completely two different emotions that fuel each of these photos. I enjoy looking at them both and remembering what I felt in 2010, and now seeing how different I feel now three years later.




Something Weird.


I spent a large amount of my youth in perpetual awkwardness. Like everyone else I thought I was the most important person on the planet, I simply couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I was only one small person on a crazy populated earth. Every little problem I faced, was always the equivalent to the end of the world. Once I turned 19, I actually spent a year in the shoes of a girl who had real problems. And the shoes were my own. I realized how much I loved and relied on photography in that year. Every piece of work I created in that time was dark, strange, or flat out sadistic.

I’m not the type of person to pour my heart and soul to another person face to face. Most of the time I don’t even like to admit I’m having a rough time. But in my work, it all comes out. And I’m very thankful for having a camera during this time of my life. I can only imagine how much worse I would have felt had I not had a lock on my door and a wireless shutter remote. Some of my best, and favorite work came out of this year long period. Even being a completely different person now 3 years later, I still love these photos. They read like a timeline to me. I haven’t created anything as emotive as I did in 2010. I’ll take these frozen moments with me everywhere I go as a silent reminder of how beautiful life is, even in the hard times.