Women’s March


I have always been a very moderate person. I’ll do me, you do you. End of story. For ultimate happiness, stay in your lane. Sadly, our new president is doing things I don’t agree with. I don’t want to get too political on here, but I did want to share what I saw at the Women’s March in Atlanta. Unlike the other cities, we didn’t have big A-list celebrities or a million people. We did have a civil right’s leader, John Lewis, and we did have a lot of love and acceptance.

Women and men of all shades and walks of life were represented. Some marched for equal pay, others for clean air and water. There were signs about racial equality, proper healthcare for women, and even more in support of others marching (I’m With Her). I personally feel very strongly about the environment, science, and am a person who is disabled (Crohn’s and Colitis are listed as disabilities, fyi).

More than anything, I wanted to apart of a conversation that is much larger than myself. I wanted to see why people were upset. I wanted to document it. This is an obvious step outside the comfort zone of a fashion and product photographer. I’ve never worked as a photo journalist. So don’t rip me to shreds please. Composition will come later. I was primarily dealing with being an introvert taking photos of strangers. It was a doozy.

Regardless of your opinions, I hope you’ll view this with an open mind.

My Secret Garden


Before starting this blog, I was a photographer. I can, will, and often do take portraits, but there is something so cathartic in nature. People disappoint far more often than a flower or mountain ever will, and they require no direction. They just are. I’m not saying you can simply go out and snap pictures without a thought for f-stops or ISO settings, definitely not. It’s just wonderful to get lost in your camera without having anyone around save for a pretty little flower.

As I mentioned in my previous post, my health has been far from spectacular. In order to heal myself, I’ve retreated to my parents’ house where the flowers reign supreme. I have a few potted succulents and a spunky orchid, but I can’t even dream of comparing to the botanical heavyweights that are my parents. They’re the kind of people that mess with the acidity of soil to achieve a hydrangea in shocking hues. It’s impressive to say the least. I just graduated from killing cacti on a somewhat professional level, so I have a long way to go.