Hello! Thanks for popping over. I thought I would re-introduce myself for those that don’t know me yet.

I have always loved photography. My first camera was one of those long rectangular point and shoot wonders that were popular in the 80s. And my first “photo shoot” was of my cabbage patch dolls. Scroll to the end for proof. Prepare to cringe.

I did a lot of other things between cabbage patch dolls and launching this business, and it feels great to unite an early passion with my love of food and all the meaningful connection that comes with it. Food is love!

I have four kids and my husband and I love dragging them into the woods for hiking and camping trips. Above all we love spending time together in the kitchen and around the table sharing a meal with each other and with our friends and extended family. Nature inspires my photography and while I love to capture my family in action, a chaotic household makes me crave stillness, which is why I think my photography work has moved into the broad arena of still life — food, products, interiors, botanicals, etc.

Three more things about me:

1. I love black coffee
2. I’ll never stop dancing
3. I’m a crier – joy? sorrow? Pete’s Dragon? All of it. I feel the feels.

And finally, as promised, scenes from my first ever photo shoot circa 1982:

Camelia is the earliest sign of Spring in our yard. We have at least 10 camelia bushes and this year they bloomed like crazy. I was picking them for weeks for short vases then the flowers dropped and carpeted the lawn with pink petals. These beauties were scooped right off the ground still whole like this so I brought them inside in my two cupped hands and floated then in a bowl of water. Have you ever watched Monty Python’s Holy Grail? If so, you know the comically gruesome “Bring out your dead” scene. I felt like these flowers were shouting at me, like the ma slumped in the wheelbarrow, “We’re not dead yet.” And they weren’t.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

It’s been a couple of years, but it feels like yesterday that our family rented a farm house (and a minibus) and toured the Irish country side. After a long day on one-lane roads and a few near-death turns on a cliff’s edge, we came “home” to this bowl of fresh picked Irish cherries from our hostess. It doesn’t really get better than this in my book! Food ….. it’s the international language of love.