Let's get to know each other, shall we? I suppose I'll go first...
I can't sleep without my baby blanket; I fell in love with my husband, Martyn, when we first dated at 17; I am the mother of a beautiful boy named Covyn, who steals my heart every day with the dimple-cheeked smile his daddy passed down to him; I'm a wannabe foodie; I never shoot a gig without carrying a bracelet my mom gave me just before I photographed my first wedding; I get a strange amount of satisfaction in using something until it's gone - a tube of toothpaste, the ink in a pen, a bottle of lotion; I'm loud and my family never lets me live this down; there are few things that comfort me more than the gentle presence of Joey, my female German Shorthaired Pointer; I treasure antique photographs and cameras and I'm thrilled to live in a house built in the 1830s that offers the perfect backdrop to display them; I love camping, the scent of wood fires and pine, and the sound of tent zippers as they open and close; I like to cook, but I've never followed a recipe in my life; I keep a four leaf clover in my camera bag that my Gram picked for me from her front yard; I'm a total freak for patterns and textures; I'm obsessed with condiments and I love cucumbers on my pizza; I'm a travel junkie, but no matter where I go I'll always be an Adirondack girl at heart; I was barefooted and blissfully happy the day my husband and I were married on the same tract of land that my great grandmother was born on on the shores of Lake George; I drink one cup of coffee a day --first thing in the morning-- and I love the hour of intense productivity that accompanies my morning-coffee-high; I love wide open spaces; I spend an embarrassingly large portion of my life in lounge wear; I ask way too many questions; every single time I head out to shoot a wedding, my husband hugs me tight and tells me two things: "You're going to do great" and "Knock 'em dead" and his words ring out in my mind all day long and keep me movin'; I love trees - a strong, craggy trunk, or an interesting bend in a far reaching branch will make me stop in my tracks; I love the awesome power that accompanies the ability to freeze time in photographs, and I have to pinch myself every morning when I wake up to the realization that my favorite hobby and one of my life's biggest passions has turned out to be my "job".
Since I was a child my way of seeing the world has centered upon a bottomless and bittersweet awareness that no single moment happens twice. This knowledge has always roused a disquiet within that is harnessed when I seize a fleeting moment in its first, final, and solitary beauty by capturing it through a photo. This is why I love to take pictures; they allow me to eat up the world within view and taste every moment -- bitter or sweet.
Photography is the art of appreciation. Thus, I prefer an image that renders its subjects in all the splendor of their authenticity, that depicts whatever quality captivated my appreciation at first glance. Perfection doesn't enchant me; reality does. And so each picture I take allows me to capture what I find enchanting in its own right with the hope that later, when I re-view it, it will reveal itself anew and stir my heart to quicken.
In addition to my love for photography, I am equally enamored by words. I hold a Masters in English Literature with a concentration in Therapeutic Writing, and I teach writing courses at The College of Saint Rose. I am perennially fascinated by the concept that two of my greatest passions are so divergent in nature; in some respect I suppose I turned to photography as a way to tell the stories words cannot capture. I could write for hours about the sweet fuzz on a newborn's back, a shared look between a couple in love, or the expression of delight on a child's face when she giggles, but often I prefer a photo to speak the stories only it can tell.
I'd love the chance to tell your story, so
...and tell me all about what makes your heart beat fast.