When I started out, I was terrified. Of missing a moment, of not knowing enough technically. But I’ve always felt at home with people. With emotion. To this day I walk into a shoot and watch people. Sometimes to the detriment of conversation, I watch the light, the way the client nuzzles their child, the way their fingers hang together as the partner parts to get a pair of shoes, to put the dog out back. My images are a reflection of these insights, these glimpses. These images are a creation of their story, and mine. Here are a few of our moments as I remember them.

1. Pamela is at the park, with her visiting parents, her husband and her daughter. It’s early morning, and it’s a 20 minute mini session. She’s jet-lagged and emotionally wrecked. She has returned from Paris in the wake of the 2015 bombings and needs a minute, but can’t really take one. Her best friend, a client of mine, has brain cancer. And it’s the worst devastation you can imagine. I ask her to squat near the picturesque lavender, and ask Lily, her daughter, to come over for a photo. Before I can direct further, she gives me this. She gives her mom this. This seven year old knows that Mom needs a minute. I love the way Pamela grips her wrist. I love the lens flare on the bottom of the frame. I love their profiles in tandem. This is love. This is family.