About

Oh, where to start… I know you probably expect some heartwarming tale about how I was born with a camera in my tiny baby hands, destined to become a photographer. Yeah, no. That didn’t happen. But I did fall in love with art in high school, took a photography class, and learned how to use my little Pentax film camera. I even developed some of my own rolls of film—back when that was still a thing.

But let’s get to the real reason you should hire me. It’s *definitely* because I once worked for a company that did Glamour Shots in the ‘90s. And, for reasons unknown, they let me do the makeup. Big mistake. If you think regular Glamour Shots were questionable, imagine them with full-on ‘90s hooker makeup. Frosted lipstick. Electric blue eyeshadow. Hair so teased it doubled as a fire hazard. It was… a time.

Thankfully, my skills have evolved. Now, I capture real, raw, and moody images that actually make people look amazing—without the threat of Aqua Net-induced hair disasters. If you’re looking for a photographer who keeps things fun, knows how to work with light like a wizard, and won’t make you pose like an awkward prom date, I’m your person.

A few other nuggets about me:

I live on a small farm in Cornish, ME with my husband and 2 boys. We have 2 dogs (Otis & Pearl), 3 ferrets, 4 chickens (3 hens and a rooster named Olga), 2 mini pigs and 1 very, very angry milksnake.

I was an 80’s metal head, turned punker kid. I’m still kinda a punker kid / metal head.

When I was a kid I took tap lessons until I was told that I had to dress up like a California Raisin for my recital. I quit that day. I still stand by my decision to quit right before my recital.

I’m a bit of a caffeine junkie. I can live off of Red Bull and coffee. The intervention is inevitable.