a warm welcome to rose and sunday
Sunday, May 1st, 2022
A few years ago, I had wrapped my third wedding season. Seemingly overnight, photography had gone from a beloved hobby to my career as I was plucked from obscurity onto a team of wildly talented photographers. I was busier than I had ever envisioned, so grateful for the opportunities and fabulous events that I was a part of…. and burnt out. I was completely and utterly burnt out.
My apartment was a cluttered mess, my body was so run down it was turning against me and emotionally, I was overwhelmed. I desperately craved an escape and if I found one, I didn’t want to come home again.
That was January 2020.
I didn’t know what my next step was going to be- I only knew that what I had been doing was not sustainable. I thought, perhaps photography was better suited to something part-time or even a passion project on the side. A hobby, just like it had been since I was a child.
And then came March. And with it, a global pandemic.
“I thought, perhaps photography was better
suited to something part-time…”
It was a time of such collective heartache, separation and fear as we watched the world screech to a halt. I was without work and wasn’t sure what a career, or life for that matter, would look like under these new circumstances. But, I was able and blessed enough to hunker down. I watched movies, read books, and rediscovered cooking- a passion of mine that also fell by the wayside in all of the busyness. I bought plants and watched them grow. I built a gallery wall in my living room and shed tears as my long-awaited visions of home finally came true. I didn’t pick up my camera for a while, but when I did once again, it was for me…only for me, to explore and to express all the complexities of what I was feeling.
And in that time, healing.
“I didn’t pick up my camera for a while, but when I did once again, it was for me….only for me.”
A little over two years later, I am here. I am working full-time as a photographer once again, though this time around, it is nourishing. Inspiring. Filled with moments that make me want to pick up my camera again and again and get closer and closer to the well of creativity inside.
I never dreamt I’d have a website of my own, but I am so proud of it. Proud of this place that feels like me and represents what I want to create in this world, for the people around me. A place filled with softness and intention, warmth and love. A place for everyday magic, untouched and unbothered by the hectic world outside. A place to sit down for a little while with a cup of tea and a biscuit.
A place with books and laughter and the smell of roses and Sunday mornings. Like the best kind of home, maybe.