Photographer of wild love, wild places, and wild life. And the girl responsible for local chocolate scarcities.
Everyone has a story. Mine began in a windy city.
I was born and raised in the pavement jungle of Chicago, but my family always made trips to the Brookfield Zoo and the Natural History and Science museums. When I wasn’t in those places wide-eyed and lost in imagination, I was glued to the television watching Marty Stouffer’s Wild America and thumbing through my grandparents’ latest copy of National Geographic
My passion was born. I wanted, needed to be a naturalist. I dreamt of exploration, of wilderness, of getting lost in the unexplored and finding wonder on the other side of it all.
I went to school, I got the degrees (a bachelors in ecology and a masters in entomology). I got a job after graduating, a good job. After almost seven years of running the scientific rat-race as an entomologist for the federal government, I felt myself being drawn back into the heart of naturalism.
I let my camera lead the way.
Photography is the tool I use to encounter the world. It’s the documentation, invoking of emotion, the storytelling. It is the very heart of what it means to be a naturalist.
After all, the common thread between my childhood loves of Marty Stouffer and Nat. Geo were the lenses used to tell those stories.
Photography has always been an undercurrent in my life and pulls me back in to who I am meant to be. Being behind the lens of my camera empowers me to have that endless fascination with the world, be it wildlife or weddings.
My camera evokes the naturalist in me. It is to me what the 8mm Kodak video camera was to Marty Stouffer when he left for the Alaskan Wilderness. Our ticket to adventure, to living.
Cling to endless fascination and never lose a sense of wonder.