I stumbled upon a photography career the way many of us do these days, by working toward something else so hard and diligently that I lost my way, made a big move to a new place, and by realizing that what brings me the most joy could also bring joy to others. Waitress - turned travel agent- turned event planner - turned blogger - turned editor - turned Photographer. A long windy path that started in the rural hills of the Garden State with a little Pentax in the high school darkroom, going on hikes with my dad to fulfill assignments. Following a big bend to the University of Rhode Island gave me the best friends in the world, who I loved to document on film. A semester in Hawaii spending all my free time exploring and adventuring with camera in hand, all my beer money going toward film and developing costs. A post-graduation cross country trip snapping memories of 2 of my besties and I in a little car seeing the wilds of America with big, ecstatic eyes. A big move to Southern California to, as they say, find myself. What I didn’t find was the career I thought I wanted, the one I thought I was supposed to have. What I did find was true love. Three years later Nic and I followed that path back to Rhode Island, buying a house, rescuing a dog, traveling near and far - and it came to me after the end of a series of unfulfilling jobs and disappointments. Maybe Photography is it. Maybe it has been it all along. My constant companion. My joyful hobby. Maybe that is what I want to do with my “one wild and precious life”. And so I did. And here we are.