Hello! I’m Kristen…
I’ve been a photographer for almost 20 years.
And even more deliciously, I’ve been living the rickety rumble of existence “outside” of work.
The fearlessness of youth, the cold-wet-sting of heartbreak, fostering sapling dreams and watching buds pop-open on the branches, meeting him, making vows before God and man, the first caw of life, funerals, how-do-you-make-decisions?!, peace and chaos, hearing-their-laugh, EATING THE FOOD, getting the bad call, getting the good call, being touched by the noble-painful beauty here, a sweet kiss on my forehead, and witnessing my fellowman navigate their seas and swells by my side.
The joy I have in being invited to my clients’ stories has only grown by the year. It is a golden privilege.
There is humor, ease, sheer terror, and coconut cake — all in the same meal. “Inception”-style, I crave the meaning-within-the-meaning. The symbolism of small-hours and how they reflect whole-lives. To bear witness and record the living literature around me. I’m no scribe in The Library of Alexandria, but for your family-tree, and for this moment in history, and with these specific and dear clients: I am preserving time and being welcomed into Something More with you.
I don’t know exactly how you feel, while also standing there, with a camera in my hand, and bag of batteries and memory cards and lenses over my shoulder, and some cute-but-orthotic shoes on my feet… and, gosh, do I know how it feels.
What an honor. I’ll try not to splash marinara on my shirt while we feast.
“There are always those perfect times with the people we love, those moments of joy and equality that sustain us later on...
These moments are the foundation upon which we build the house that will shelter us, so that when love calls out:
’How far would you go for me?’
you can look it in the eye and say truthfully,
’Farther than you would ever
have thought was possible.’”