I've photographed hundreds of weddings.
I still get nervous before every single one.

I started shooting weddings in Southern California — Temecula wine country,
San Diego beaches, backyard ceremonies, ballrooms, the whole spectrum. I built my business as a single mom, shooting weekends and editing late at night after my daughter Madison was asleep. Photography wasn't a side hustle.
It was the plan.

What I didn't plan was falling completely in love with the Sierra Nevada.
A few years ago I started making trips up to the mountains — first for personal reasons, then to shoot, then increasingly because I couldn't stop thinking about the light. The way it hits the granite walls of Yosemite Valley in the late afternoon. The way a meadow looks at golden hour when the peaks are still catching sun and everything below is in soft shadow. It's a different kind of beautiful than the coast — quieter, bigger, more patient. My family and I moved to Oakhurst, 20 minutes from Yosemite's south gate, and I haven't looked back.

I still travel back to the Central Coast and Southern California regularly — wine country weddings will always have my heart, and San Diego in June is hard to argue with. But the Sierra Nevada is home now. I know which permits you need to get married in the park, which spots the light finds first, and where to take you when you want something nobody else has photographed a hundred times.

I'm a photographer, a lover of love, and an epic story teller.

The story

I traded ocean breezes for granite peaks. Turns out Half Dome at golden hour hits a little different.