I have always loved photography. As a child, I remember using my first camera to take photos of my friends and family, which I would cut up to make collages that I hung on the walls of my bedroom. Even then, I loved creating art with my photos.
I took my first photography class in high school and acquired my first SLR camera that had once belonged to my great-grandmother, a Canon TX (circa 1975 and older than me). It was during this time that I developed my skills as a photographer, learning the techniques of developing film and printing photos in a dark room and nurturing my eye for design. I was passionate about photography and spent endless hours in the darkroom that my step-dad created in a small room in the basement. Going against the advice of my high school photography teacher, I followed a completely different career path. In college, I tried out mechanical engineering but eventually majored in Spanish, and soon after, completed a Master’s degree so that I could teach Spanish.
However, I never stopped taking photos and I have always loved the way creating art through photography makes me feel.
When I moved to Milwaukee, I began taking photos of friends and their families as favors, simply because I loved to do it and perhaps because they thought I had the eye for it. The more I nurtured that eye the more I began to look at everything around me as if I were taking a photo. I loved watching the way light dances at dusk and shadows fall under the treetops. I was always looking at the world through my lens, contemplating how I could compose and capture each moment. After having my own children it seemed my camera lived in my hands, and I also began to practice the technical side of digital photography and photo editing. I stayed up until all hours, studying and practicing, until I arrived at the point where I felt like I could proudly share my artistic vision with others.
In October of 2014, my entire world changed when I lost my husband, the love of my life, suddenly and tragically. After that, photography took on a whole new meaning for me. I discovered my own family photographs all over again, finding hidden treasures in each and every one that I had never even noticed before. While these images became the story of our love, the story that my children and one day, their children will have forever, my love of photography became an outlet that feeds my soul in a way that I cannot describe with words.
Having treasured images of your family’s beautiful moments is an investment of time, energy and love that you will never regret. If you like what you see here, let’s chat. I would be honored to help you document the story of your love.