When I think long & hard about my passion for photos & life in general; I can trace

a lot of my passion & feelings to when I lost my dad. I learned a hard lesson when I was young that

those you love & adore can be gone anytime. Even though you think tragedy could never happen

to you, it can. Recently I had a bride write me an email and tell me that she had suddenly lost her

grandmother (shortly after her wedding) and that the picture I took of the two of them together has

given her much joy & peace. It’s the moments that matter, and it warms my heart & is a huge honor

for me to think that I have a small part to play in preserving those memories, those moments for you.

I look back at Rockwell’s newborn photos of me & his dad grinning from ear to ear at him & I hardly

remember him so small–but when I look at those photos, I am instantly taken back to that place in time,

those feelings, those smells, those days. Memories are amazing things.

I was watching this photo of California photographer Dane Sanders (who is fabulous!!) and the video

just hit home with me. I can see that him and I’s passion comes from the same place–the soul & the heart.

We love what we do because we know how powerful memories are. Check it out.

p.s. This is me & my dad when I was about 5. He passed away a long time ago--this weekend. I will be

thinking of him & treasuring precious memories. (he looks like hes napping  & I look cranky