This is a place where I will muse over motherhood and exploring our new home of Spearfish, South Dakota in The Black Hills, and share photographs from sessions! I hope this blog is a journal where mothers can go to read something that will make them feel seen or see something that touches their hearts.
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Rooted and Wild Photography has moved to Spearfish, South Dakota. So many members of our family moved here, my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins and cousins and cousins, and my brother. They called for us to come visit, come see The Black Hills where they fell in love with a new land. So we came. The very first place we went when we arrived in Spearfish after days of driving from Port Orchard, Washington with our toddler and baby was Spearfish City Park.
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“Mother.” I try the word on, testing it’s appropriateness as a description of me and imagining the little life in my arms whispering the string of letters. It’s like waking up in the dark unsure if what floods your mind is leftover from a dream or is reality. Maybe what I’m missing is time. Time […]
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I was recently having a conversation with a dear friend about my business and what I create. We were talking about why I don’t just offer digital files but instead focus on beautiful heirloom products that won’t disappear on a hard drive somewhere. I told her about how I think portraiture is so important and […]
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We had a guest speaker the other day in my photography class and he accidentally reaffirmed that I am exactly where I need to be. He stood before me and talked about our responsibility to the world, our responsibility as artists to change it. He said that all humans care about is five things: sex, […]
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The night I found out my Grandpa was dying was awful. I tossed and turned. I cried. I panicked. I wished I was home. Finally, around 2 a.m. I fell into a fitful sleep. Fast forward 1.5 hours…I’m awake. At 3:30 a.m. I gathered an anicent c.d player, my blanket, and all my tears as I […]
