"She was made of a magic, that only I could see."
Please call me Jenn (Actually, I answer to my nickname more than my full name).
Besides my obvious occupation, my best, most rewarding titles are wife to the man I was created for and mother to a little freckled nose boy and rosy cheek, baby girl. I would love to call one place as my home base but I can't. I spent most of my life in the Sierra-Nevada desert in NorCal, but I'm also drawn to the rockies and to the salty air. I believe I was meant to explore and my husband's Army job supports my gypsy heart. For now, we are soaking in all that Southern Alabama has to offer.
I love laughter. I love bubbly and confident personalities that I can admire. I find myself addicted to building friendships and networking with likeminded, weirdos like me. My life is about as organized as the $5 dollar movie bin at Wal-Mart. I believe all creatives are that way or I just say that to make myself feel better. I am addicted to summer fires, dry red wines, dancing in the kitchen, and the dollar spot at Target (can't get enough sticky notes).
Enough about me... this is about you. Yes, I take pictures and I like to believe I'm pretty decent at it. Oh, but it's about so much more than just a decent picture. I want to be there when your adventure begins! Either it is when you answer the biggest question of your life, vow to protect and love till death, or when your heart and arms are filled by a small miracle. I want to see it and make it last forever for you.
So, lets go!
How could you not when it comes to these two? I drink in their little giggles daily. Watching their world explode with wild, invincible imagination is like reliving my childhood all over again.
Some people read, others go hiking. We love to unwind by playing a game of left or right on country roads. We have found some of the most interesting time forgotten towns, tasty mom and pop cafes and it usually ends with a new shooting location to offer my clients.
Our morning routine starts with a hot pot of coffee- no skimping on the creamer in our house- curling up on the couch and watching the news before the kiddos wake up. It's turned into such a ritual that whenever my husband is gone, we feel like we don't have a normal day.