Walking each other home, at some point(s), is going to feel like having the air knocked right out of us.

Eight years later, I had the honor again of witnessing that same sparkly spirit with my camera- to point my lens at the inexplicable and unfathomable and somehow, find the beautiful.

Her eyes always held a certain truth that, in the days after her death, had me sifting through my external hard drive for any photo I might have accidentally archived, as if that could somehow alleviate the ache.

The balance of life and death- in this context- felt so precarious to try to preserve. I didn't want to inadvertently overshadow the joy of this precious new baby's arrival into the world by speaking too much of her sister's departure from it.

"Everything was normal during my pregnancy with Milla. My husband, Royal, went to every appointment with me. Sixteen prenatal...

I once read that being a bearer of hope means choosing to run into the pain, rather than away from it. If anything is clear to me- if...

I rarely shoot weddings anymore, but I'm convinced that if I never shoot another one again, it's all good- because of this couple. A...