Me

Putting myself into words when my job is to put other people and things into pictures is proving to be just as difficult as I anticipated it being. If I was meeting you for the first time, you’d appreciate my handshake. My hair would be straight, and if yours was curly, you’d be jealous when I told you that all I do is blow-dry it upside down. I’d probably be wearing flats, sandals, or rubber boots, as I have two different sized feet and buying shoes will one day be the death of me. My dog would more than likely be with me- her name is Carrie and she is the constant in my life. People ask me what kind of dog she is and I smile and say “a small black one.” I’d assure you that my job wasn’t so much taking pictures as it was making you comfortable with the yourself, the situation, and with me so that I might press the shutter and catch that confidence the second it shines through. You’ll realize pretty quickly that there’s no reason to rush or stress, because I won’t be. Your horse will undoubtedly feel the need to make a complete liar out of you and I will laugh and we’ll get amazing shots.  I’m pretty sure about all of this stuff. I love my job. And my job is to make sure that you love your pictures. Easy, right?