MY
truth

"in the end, we'll all become stories"
-margaret atwood

my sun, my moon, +

all of my Stars

life is messy & hard & glorious & absurd & there is magic
in all of it

xoxo,   
Meg 

Let's create something unforgettable together.

images that honor the quirky, complex being you are. Images that FEEL like you. Who you are, how far you’ve come, and your hopes for tomorrow. Evidence of a life lived bravely, boldly.  A legacy of profound, soul changing love - a chapter at a time.

I strive to create for others the same as what I want for my own family archive:   honest,  heartfelt

I strive to create for others the same as what I want for my own family archive: honest, heartfelt images that honor the quirky, complex being you are. Images that FEEL like you. Who you are, how far you’ve come, and your hopes for tomorrow. Evidence of a life lived bravely, boldly. A legacy of profound, soul changing love a chapter at a time.

As I’ve lived and wrestled with the chaos of his beginning, I know one thing for certain: heartbreak does not negate gratitude, nor struggle lessen beauty. For today as he runs laps around the house, a tornado of toddler destruction, the urgency of the hospital replaced by a hypnotic monotony of sticky fingers and incessant “e-i-e-i-o”s, I still get after shocks of the first time I laid eyes on him; little waves of awe at the crazy cool kid that made the worst day of my life also the best. And that’s my truth - life is messy & hard & glorious & absurd & there is magic in all of it.  

replaced by a hypnotic monotony of sticky fingers and incessant “e-i-e-i-o”s, I still get after shocks of the first time I laid eyes on him; little waves of awe at the crazy cool kid that made the worst day of my life also the best. And that’s my truth - life is messy & hard & glorious & absurd & there is magic in all of it.  

As I’ve lived and wrestled with the chaos of his beginning, I know one thing for certain: heartbreak does not negate gratitude, nor struggle lessen beauty. For today as he runs laps around the house, a  tornado  of  toddler  destruction,   the  urgency  of   the  hospital

With the birth of my son a full three months premature, the reality wasn’t the squishy, pastel blissful one I’d dreamed but an avalanche of fierce, consuming love that shook me to my core, forever changed. A love that made me want to yell from the roof tops “Look what I made!” even as we stared down mortality rates and medical interventions for a baby born too soon, too little.

Give me twinkling eyes, dirt smudged knees, and hair blowing in the wind over pretty even smiles pointed at the camera any day, for nothing in my experience as a momma has ever been that tidy or simple. On the contrary, motherhood has been largely an exercise in letting go of expectations & embracing the imperfect. 

With a camera in hand, I am on the look out for emotion - quiet and reserved or big and loud. I’m inspired by crinkled noses & lopsided smiles, wild war cries & sleepy yawns, worried foreheads & tender touches. Moments of real connection that tell the unique story of a family.