Being a photographer of love is a gift.
And it’s also very strange.
You are given access into people’s lives for a short amount of time. A very intimate access. And then you might never see them again.
Yet everyone gives you something, one way or another.
I witnessed so many different types of loves over the course of 9 years.
The playful kind, the quiet kind, the young and hopeful kind, the old and familiar kind. The weathered and beautiful kind.
The fresh and reckless kind. The stormy kind and the tender.
So many faces and stories, so many layers.
I am so thankful for the peek into different hearts, for everything they have given me and for allowing me to tell their stories with my eyes. - 8 hours ago