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kristy

est. 2008

Life is simple. The smell of pine trees as I write outside on the porch. Everything is green and blooming. It reminds me of camping as a child. My sweet baby laughing. Walking back and forth from mom to dad giving kisses. Only saying a few words but speaking to my heart daily. Walks along the rushing river where gold was discovered. A few hours of computer work at the local cafe, the only cafe in this small town. Picking up organic produce and farm fresh eggs down the road. All of this just a short drive from the bustle of the city. Where we drop Avalon off with her Grandma and go to work. Photographing a sweet newborn baby, a family playing and laughing, a couple on their wedding day. So much joy and love. I remember the first time I thought I would become a photographer. I was photographing my nephew just 4 years old. The light traced his profile. The curve of his little child nose and long eyelashes. Wrapped in his mothers arms. It was so beautiful. Life is beautiful. Magical through the lens of a camera. Frozen in that frame. Always there to hold on to. To remind us. Where has the time gone. The little boy is now 18. Grown. That was the beginning. I soaked up every bit of knowledge I could. This is my path. To document life and love with a camera. Somewhere in those years of learning I met the man I would marry. Just two people who happened to take the same Art History course. How could I have known I would love him so deeply. That he would push and strengthen me in my weak moments. Make me laugh and end each day with a kiss. He plays his guitar and sings. Our sweet daughter bops up and down to the beat. Our newest adventure. This is where you find me now.

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xo kristy