being outside  /  coffee & good conversation  /  thrifting  /  the raw & the real  /  outdoor weddings  /  informalities  /  bon iver  /  the mountains  /  camping  /  simple living  /  used bookstores  /  pennsylvania  /  gardening  /  vintage bed sheets  /  road trips  /  afghans  /  calligraphy  /  film  /  the golden hour  /  dogs  /  creek beds  /  thoreau /  windy roads  /  farmers markets  /  my mama in her bare feet picking peonies

Here I am, exactly and unapologetically whoever that is. In the moment this photo captures, I am freshly thirty, dusty and knee-scraped from clambering up too many rockfaces in the canyonlands of Utah. My hair is always wild. I found that bandana around my neck in a parking lot a few minutes before. I'm utterly lost, thinking way too much, and have pocketfuls of red sand I'll trek with me back across the country, because I've always been a sentimentalist.

I appear here exactly how I approach life: don't cover up the messy, embrace the raw and the real, find beauty in the everyday.  I have no interest in creating images that don't make me gasp, and I'm not here to ask you to sit or stay or to look here and smile at the camera. Life is not a positioning of the perfect, of the staging of pressed blouses and neatly manicured children on footstools, and that isn't the kind of photograph I wish to take. I want dirt on those hands. I want you to laugh, really laugh. I want a day in the life of you, unapologetic and human, because that's the good stuff, the real stuff.