I took this of myself on a very cold January day in my charming Minneapolis apartment. It's more than likely I was drugged up on pain medication due to a major surgery I had not a week before.
This was the beginning of everything. I spent weeks inside with nothing to do but daydream and sleep dream. Thinking, dreaming, creating. It's what I do best really. In those quiet weeks of recovery I found this thing called photography and I haven't looked back.
I get to share the world in the unique and beautiful way I see it. I couldn't be more grateful for that. I am always interested in telling a story, I pay close attention to framing and composition, and I love finding angles that are surprisingly sweet, daring, artistic, edgy, and vulnerable.
Beauty that simply exists amongst us in the everyday and beauty that is dreamt up and carefully curated...both woo me and I'm certain I was meant to document and share.