When I became a photographer I did so with the goal of making images that truthfully and authentically told the stories of the people who bravely stepped in front of my lens. I wanted to make images that mattered. Somewhere along the way I lost my WHY, I set it hastily aside for someone else’s goals; getting published, booking more weddings, finding the “perfect” clients. The hustle drained me and my creativity. It stole my heart and my soul was no longer seeping into the marrow of my work. I was lost. With the help of some amazing mentors, and a few fleeting days of honesty and vulnerability in the mountains, I found myself again. I reconnected fully to the steady thrum of my heart and decided then and there to never again let anything – or anyone – silence it. Throughout my journey as a photographer, I’ve had countless conversations with other...
