Seeker of hope, fascinated by light, embraced in remembrance, fighter of peace, restorer of the broken spaces.

This is me, intermingling feelings with passion, doubt and a little bit of faith each day. A photographer, writer, homemaker living in new mercies each day with my husband and three children by my side.  We live our days simply, soaking in the fresh country air, homeschooling, running free in our wide open fields and chasing light, books and peace in the spaces in between. 

I believe photography to be a sanctuary. A space to beckon us closer to the truest version of ourselves. A space to receive grace and gently be welcomed into a mirror of beauty. A reflection of moments in time, held within a frame of love. My greatest desire is that you might walk away from our time together and feel the beloved that you are. I am mesmerized by light and composition, the framework of the world and it is a joy to merge light and life together to create art, to create a documentation of life that draws the eye to a closer look.

My story consists of heartache, loss, and failure, but also rich joy, triumphs and beautiful transformation.  Photography started for me after the loss of our first child.  It became and incredibly healing place for me, a place for me to see beauty past the pain.  A place to find love, find joy once more in my life.  And now, it continues to be that for me.  A rich place to rest in hope and peace, as I am able to document the details of each moment, each stage of my life and the growth of my children as time never stops. It is also an incredible honor to be able to see the world through different eyes and see families and couples for the wonderful purpose they are living and the difference their lives are making with each other and expanding into the lives of others around the world.  

I long for vulnerability in my days.  I long to cling to hope despite despair.  I know the feeling of emptiness, of void, of numb and of paralysis. I have heard the haunting cries of doubt, the fear of failure and the shouts of shame. I know all too well the beckoning calls of the chains of anxiety. Yet, I also believe there is much more beauty living within us than we can even imagine. And this is my desire to find as well. A daily hope for turning back to myself, the truest version of myself. And within the return coming alive to the life I have been deigned to live. Creation is a beautiful gift. Life, breath, movement. Hearts come alive for grace. I hope you feel it too.

-Laura