i wanna get witcha and take your pitcha.

*Deep breath in*

Ok, friends. Here’s the truth of it: Imma big fan of taking pictures. Not just Instagram pictures–fancy camera pictures.

For awhile now, I’ve been practicing practicing practicing and learning oodles about photography. But there’s an issue. I’m an anxiety-ridden perfectionist–killer combo, I know. So, the idea of putting my work out to the world makes me want to hurl.

You mean, I could be scrutinized?! People might not like my work? Are people going to roll their eyes at yet another girl with a nice camera who thinks she’s a photographer? Will people think I’m lame?!

Um. Yes. All of those things are likely to happen if they have not already.

But I can’t shake how much I love it. I love learning more about it. I love capturing memories for my friends and seeing their reactions. The rush I get when I take a priceless image is unbelievably refreshing. Admittedly, I feel super discouraged when I look at a poor quality picture I’ve taken–when my metering is off, it’s overexposed, out of focus, or just plain dumb-looking. It’s easy to fall into a “Who am I kidding? I can’t do this trash” attitude.

Then I look back on the last 4 years that I’ve been learning about photography and realize that I’ve gone from taking an engagement photo like this:

DSC_0195// That light. That vignette! God help us all. Two beautiful subjects, and I’ve done them no favors. //

To capturing an engagement photo like this:


// Disclaimer: this is not to say Liz is an upgrade from Danielle…you’re both stunnas. //

Sweet gracious. I have learned so much. In terms of technique, I’m certainly an amateur. Am I quitting my job to become a full-time photographer? Girl, please. I simply want to keep growing in my skills and gain more experience.

There’s still so much I need to understand about this field. I’m grateful to have learned from talented people like my cousin who have inspired me to be bold in this crazy love of mine. Señor and many of my friends keep believing in me and pushing through my self-doubt. And, boy, is that self-doubt screaming its ugly brains out.

I don’t claim to be exceptional. I don’t even claim to be good. But I do feel like I’m improving. And I would love more practice.

Maybe even on you?

So, here it goes. If you feel so inclined, I’d be honored if you would check out my work. Perhaps even schedule a session with me if you live nearby or know that I’ll be visiting. And if you have an opinion, be nice to this perfectionistic soul. I’m just here to learn.


*Deep breath out*


real reds.

A few weeks ago, I went on a mini-rant about how Denver fell short of my autumn expectations. I was all like, “Wah, wah I want colors. Wah, wah where are my reds and oranges? I’m so deprived and entitled.” Embarrassing, right?

Denver’s scenery is stunning. I realize in some of my last posts I’ve pointed out its shortcomings, funny stereotypes, and all the ways we don’t fit in. But lesbihonest, about 99% of the population is a transplant from another city, state, or country. It’s basically a melting pot. And somewhere along the way, people saw mountains and thought, “Yeah, we should climb those monstrosities. To the mountains, unbelievably fit people!” And boom–California was born. They found gold, formed a basketball team (Go Nuggets! I can’t explain how disappointed I am to know they aren’t named after McDonald’s tasty treats), and became one of the fastest growing cities in the nation. Read the history books. I swear it’s all true.

Yes, Denver is super active. Yes, it is drier than Sahara, and my lips are permanently chapped. Yes, the UV rays from the sun can burn your skin in a matter of seconds. But it is seriously gorgeous up in hurr. And it’s not just because of the mountains.

As I was reading for class this weekend, I looked out the window and nearly fell off the couch.

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THIS was outside our apartment. THIS TREE. How could I have missed that?! It’s RED. Like, oxblood red–a very popular color this season. Kudos to you, nature! You’re so chic.

I was floored.  Now that I’ve seen it, I see more colored trees everywhere. Apparently, they line the main street by our apartment. I was just so caught up in missing the Midwest that I overlooked these bold, enchanting colors.

So, on top of being entirely embarrassed, I’m also crazy excited. We have red and orange leaves in the West, too. They’re just not as obvious when I’m so focused on what isn’t present. Take time to look at the fall beauty around you, sweet friends. Whether you’re in Colorado, Indiana (bless your sweet soul), or Florida–the delicate beauty of this season is to be found.


Major props to señor for capturing this shot! What a pro.