Mother. Photographer. Partner. Healer. Writer. Wanderer. Friend.
I hold many names, but at my core, I am a vessel for presence—a keeper of sacred spaces. A tender heart. A seeker. An old soul drawn to life’s quiet truths. Through every role, I weave connection, nurture growth, and honour the raw, unspoken beauty of life’s most vulnerable, transformative moments.
After 10 years together, Connor and Morgan invited their families to join them for a weekend of celebration on the west coast at Bodega Ridge on Galiano Island. The weekend was a true merging of two families, with Morgan’s uncle officiating their ceremony on a bluff overlooking the ocean. Long-table meals filled with love and laughter, champagne toasts, dancing into the early hours, and tear-streaked cheeks were just the beginning. The joy in the room was palpable, a kind of energy you could feel in your bones. It was a weekend brimming with connection, emotion, and the kind of joy that lasts long after the final dance.