As a child, I remember sneaking into my moms closet and pulling out all her photo albums. They were these massive, frilly, fabric -bound books filled with tons of glossy prints perfectly organized by the years. The amount of times I got in trouble for stealing photographs out of them and not placing them back where they belong… I can’t count honestly. But I fell in love with photography at a young age watching my mom with her film camera at birthdays, Christmas and sometimes just when we were having an ordinary day.

Photography still amazes me. It pauses life and forever records it. If I wondered about my grandma whom I never met, well there she was alive and young with curly, dark hair and glowing olive skin. I loved seeing my uncles and aunts as teens looking like they just finished laughing hard together. My mom holding us kids with her long, permed hair and oversized 90’s t-shirts. The landscapes of Colorado where my dad was raised…

There is something magical about photographs. and I’m a sucker for nostalgia. So I photograph everything that I know I will one day miss. Because eventually the memories dim a bit and finding a photo that reminds me of who I was at that time in my life, what it felt like to be there, seeing my loved ones again, it brings the memories back to life.