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WeeNo Photography, Portland, OR (2025)

04/13/2021

As I dissect what I want in my business and where I’m going in it... I know one thing. ⁣
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I want to invest in women. ⁣
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I was raised by a single mom. I live with a strong single lady. My best friend is living her dreams in Berlin, single. My sister is raising her kids alone. I am surrounded by these amazing single women - and each time they choose to grow themselves I am in awe. ⁣
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I am surrounded by moms who run businesses. Who pour their heart into their art, and continue to grow themselves. I am surrounded by moms who mom so hard and spend so much growing their babes into these beings. ⁣
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Women are an amazing being. I know for sure that I want to invest more into my fellow women. Because each one I know is incredibly amazing. ⁣
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*Here is the lovely Grace. She just graduated with a degree criminal justice, and will now go to law school. She gives me hope for the future. She is strong. Beautiful. And oh so fierce.*

03/15/2021

I talk so much about truth, and declaring truth and capturing truth.. it’s where I’ve grounded myself. And if we are being honest sometimes I loose my truth. ⁣
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I loose my truth in my future. In my artist eye. In my confidence in who I am and what I produce. ⁣
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Yesterday I woke up and felt a deep weight Of grief and self doubt. I wanted it to hide, I wanted it to stay hidden in the depths of me instead of shining it’s bright ugly truth. I wanted to not speak of the self doubt, and in turn my stomach was starting to turn. I started eating all the things and my body just felt off. ⁣
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It was telling me hiding wasn’t an option. Hiding was the way to harm my body, and I needed to release it. So I did one of the most uncomfortable things I’ve done in a long long time. I hoped on stories and spilled the beans and then on top of that, asked for my community to show up and share my truth back with me. ⁣
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I’m still processing it. ⁣
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And yet, it’s hit me how in moments like that... it’s so essential for others to declare the truth about us and for us just to accept it. It’s hard to do. I’m still grappling. Yet, it feels nice to know I have an army fighting for my own truth. Declaring my talents. ⁣
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I want for me to have it all together. Never deal with self doubt, but that just isn’t realistic. I do know that I must do something different then bury it deep down. I must ask for help. Support. Love. ⁣
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And I must never give up, we must band together and start declaring the truths we see in others. Asking for truths to be told about us. Because, it’s in moments when you feel like you can move forward that those words matter the most. ⁣
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Thank you for showing up. Being my army. And declaring my truths when I can’t.

03/11/2021

We’ve been home for a year. ⁣
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And as I see that year mark I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that this is where 20/21 has taken us, that life feels like it stood still. But the kids are still growing. Life is still moving forward. There is still heartache, and love. ⁣
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I’ve learned much about myself this year. And one of them is how I love staying busy, and sometimes that means disconnection because I’m moving all the time. ⁣
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And one of the things has been how much I have loved spending this time with these crazies. That although this is not what was planned, I’d never been able to see them in this light before. ⁣
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And also my heart breaks for those kids who are not in safe secure places right now. ⁣
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There’s a pull. A pull of heartache and a pull of joy. ⁣
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And one thing I have learned in my adulthood is, life can be both. We can feel opposite things at the same time. We can lean into a certain political spectrum and still not agree with everything they stand for. We can be happy at home and grateful for our health and still in deep grief for those who have lost it all. ⁣
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This year I’ve slowed down. Been more present, and have been have humbled to my core, with much more growth to come. ⁣
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How are you? How are you dealing? What’s been your two feelings?

03/08/2021

A few years ago these two boys went and marched or really strolled and rode with me in the women’s parade.⁣
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A few years have past and as they have grown bigger and understand things the more, I’m understanding how important it is for me to SHOW them what women rights mean. ⁣
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I’m learning more and more what listening looks like. What believing women look like. What standing up and standing together looks like. ⁣
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This summer humbled me in a new way, and the same way that we must believe women we must believe black women. Women of color. Their voices are being suppressed. ⁣
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I am listening. Learning and learning along side these three. My baby girl will be a fighter and my hope is that her brothers will stand with her. Show that her voice matters, that they will respect her, and show her she matters. ⁣
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Today I celebrate many many women in my life. To many to even begin. And I’m honor of that we’ve made women’s faces in our loaves. ⁣
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May we all continue to celebrate, listen, hear and believe women. Especially those of color.

03/03/2021

You want to know a secret?⁣
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When family photographers only post photos of traditional families.... the narrative leaves only to think that that’s the only thing to mean “family”. ⁣
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Families look like many things. It looks like my family. Male/female/kids. But it also looks like a couple. Or a single parent. Or a single. Or a single with their dog. Or maybe just two best friends who are their people. They are all family. ⁣
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So if you are not a traditional family - please know.... you are important. You are seen. ⁣
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Families are not inclusive for married with children. ⁣
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Family can mean so many things... and so we are clear. ⁣
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I am here for you. Include you. Love you. Celebrate you. I see you. ❤️❤️⁣

02/26/2021

Life feels really busy right now. ⁣
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My heart seems to be full of the tiny little people surrounding my everyday. ⁣
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My days consumed my feeding. Cleaning. Talking and connecting. Teaching and cooking/baking. ⁣
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My soul seems to be a rest. ⁣
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This weekend we shot a tiny wedding in the sun. And even though I wasn’t sure - we went. We took a breath in that fresh air. And I did what I forgot I loved so much. We connected with humans on a new level. We soaked the sun. The scenery. We forgot for 5 hours what is happening to this world. The deaths. The heartache.⁣
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We shot that wedding and it was like a balm to my soul that I didn’t know it needed. ⁣
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I feel full. Content. Satisfied. Rested. ⁣
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And as I share these photos - I want you know. ⁣
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I am not a wedding photographer or Family photographer. ⁣
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I am a person who so deeply resonates with peoples hearts and souls that I will always shoot to capture the truth. The weight of the day. The weight of who you are. As a couple. As a family. As a business. ⁣
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This job is more then just making pretty photos. It’s what bring my soul peace. Your truth is what I capture. And that sun.. that beautiful sun is the most amazing thing. ⁣
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Photography is more then a stunning photo, It’s a feeling. A moment. A memory. It’s a moment captured for forever. It’s your truth. ⁣
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02/17/2021

I was awake at 2.30 in the morning last night - and went over all the things I didn’t do. And how I need to adult. And how life right now seems like all I should do is make bread and “teach my kids” with my beloved photography on the side. I felt crippled with shame at how I failed at this life. ⁣
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Thankfully I woke up - and woke up to a new day. Checked off a few of those things I needed to get done, and felt like maybe I could tackle it. ⁣
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I then opened my Instagram to this. ⁣
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To these words. (Last slide)⁣
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To be honest my business is one of the things I struggle with - I know I could be busier. But do I want to be? Do I want to be popular? Do I want to worry about the algorithm? Or how often I post. Or reels?! ⁣
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Somedays I do. And most days I don’t. I just feel the major pressure on what people say I should be doing to make successful business. ⁣
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But maybe... my idea of success is someone writing these words. The idea of capturing someone and making them feel at ease. Loved for. Cared for. And to make them feel valuable. ⁣
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Maybe my job as a photographer isn’t to be the cool one... but the one who brings Truth. Life. And rawness. Maybe I’m just meant to have my dear clients feel the most loved through their photographs. ⁣
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So this year I’ll explore more of that. More truths. More intentionality mixed with beauty. And more pushing to gather those raw pure unfiltered moments.

01/22/2021

Life this week feels really heavy. ⁣
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There’s many emotions. So much grieving and also a whirl of excitement. ⁣
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My tank is so empty after a year of quarantine... I keep trying to fill it. And I get bits... but gosh. I miss a normal life. ⁣
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I am a 7, and I get my bucket full through people. And conversations. And through going out and doing things. ⁣
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My body longs for new things. New challenges. New people. New adventures. ⁣
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Photographing people have kept me alive. And going. Photographing and connecting with humans keep me sparked. ⁣
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I will never take that for granted again.

01/06/2021

Here’s me, just 3 sleeps till I enter my MID THIRTIES.
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35 seems so familiar and yet so crazy because it felt like I was just turning 30.

I can genuinely say that I am learning to love me right where I am. Work through my s**t - and well just be happy and be unapologetically me. I am passionate. I’m loud. I am a strong. I am also empathetic. And love hard. And also love boundaries. ⁣I am a lot. I laugh. I feel. I have strong opinions and generally won’t let you go without hearing them. Life continues on- and I promise to always move forward and never backwards.
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12/31/2020

2020 became a reckoning. ⁣
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A reckoning of religion. Of country. Of heart. Of self. ⁣
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It feels like we’ve just been on lockdown, and also seems like my body now knows a mask so well that I dream with a mask on. I am jarred by scenes from movies with groups, and people entering places with no masks on. ⁣
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It feels like the protests we attended this summer, which became a normal were a reckoning that I’m still grappling. Because Black Lives Matter, and we still fight for equity. Equality and change. ⁣
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It feels like life at home, and homeschooling and making bread has become normal. Friends are now distanced or through a screen. Playtime is through FaceTime. And church is from the comfort of our own house. ⁣
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The fires brought me to a new place this year, i remember driving through the thick fog and feeling so suffocated. And frankly scared. ⁣
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I also remember how my husband and I have spent so much time together.. and have enjoyed it. Loved it in fact. I have done so much with my kids, learned about many things we wouldn’t have had the opportunity to do. ⁣
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My business has continued and for that I’m in awe. I have learned that people do cherish photos, and my photos. I have seen myself push and push in my own business... and my goals have changed drastically this year but also other things have happened. ⁣
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2020 was a dumpster fire - but maybe the reckoning we all needed. May we all be changed this year, grow. And learn. May we see beyond ourselves and continue to grow in love and sympathy and empathy. May 2021 bring respite, love and most of all kindness. ⁣
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Happy New Years my sweet dear friends. ⁣
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12/23/2020

Little did I know that Lincoln would start to mend our relationship. I remember asking my dad to come for Lincoln’s birth, and my dad driving. He told me it was because he wasn’t sure how long he would be here. He insisted he come early too... I was annoyed. ⁣
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Lincoln was late- 5/6 days I think.... and after an emergency c-section and my dad being in the room every moment he could..... I begged him to stay another week. ⁣
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I didn’t know we only had 9 months left. I didn’t know that only one of my kids would get to meet only one parent. ⁣
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It wasn’t what I wanted. And today - as we celebrate Lincoln, I wish I could have my dad here to talk about the time I was in labor puking up Mexican food. How him and Kellen decided to put power to our garage while I sat inside recovering from a c-section by myself nursing a baby. ⁣
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There are moments in life that hold both great joy. And hold a great grief. Today is one of those days, because I remember how proud my dad was of Lincoln. He looked at him different then anyone else, and I never felt so loved by my dad as when he looked at his grandson. ⁣
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The other two will never have any photos of them with my parents, but Lincoln will always have this. And the stories. And we will always think of him on Lincoln’s Birthday. ⁣
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12/19/2020

You know when things just work out, and when you walk away your astonished at how well it worked?⁣
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Well... after much grief and agonizing we found a new home for our Emma June. She wasn’t happy here with us anymore. To many dance parties, and to many small hands coming toward her. And after minimal noncommittal looking, she miraculously found her perfect home. Like sitting in the front seat kinda home. She is living her best queen life.⁣
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And then.... we all got sad. We missed the second dog, and we truly wanted a family pup. ⁣
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And by another miracle, we found a litter of mastiff pups available and they were from the best home in central oregon, .. These pups were born into a family with 4 small kids.... and it all fell into place. And felt so right (so right in fact our neighbors also got a pup from the same litter! 🤣)⁣
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On Thursday we brought her home, in hopes that she would bring us some Hope. Giggles. Cuteness. Love. And so much p**p. ⁣
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And so far, she has brought more joy then we thought. We are sooo grateful Emma found her perfect home with the most perfect people - and that we can get a pup to join us in our crazy.... and enjoy it and love it with us.
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Welcome Mavis Joan to the family. We love her and are remembering how little sleep you get with a new baby puppy 😴😴

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