It all began at 6 a.m. on a foggy morning in Wyoming.
I fell in love with photography when I was eight years old, somewhere on the side of the road in Yellowstone, watching a herd of bison cross in front of my family. My dad placed his point-and-shoot camera in my hands and asked me to try to capture it for our yearly scrapbook. I didn’t know it then, but something shifted for me.
After that, I started chasing moments everywhere I went. I filled up SD cards and drained camera batteries on family road trips, in the quiet corners of our backyard, and above all, in the way light settled on ordinary things and made them feel worth remembering.
At 15, I found myself in the noise and electricity of concert photography. That’s when I began to understand that what drew me in wasn’t just pictures, but people and their emotions. I found something to be very magical about their energy, their vulnerability and fleeting, unrepeatable moments of life that exist for only seconds and then are gone.
Photography has always felt like a way of getting closer to people, to stories and to something honest. It’s a privilege to be invited into moments that matter to others and it’s a responsibility I carry with me every time I sling my cameras on my shoulders. I try to meet people where they are, to see them fully, and to create images that allow others to feel that same connection.
As a photojournalist, I’ve learned that the most meaningful images aren’t made from a distance, but from empathy — the willingness to see and feel what’s in front of the lens, and the curiosity that leads the way.
I’m based in Las Vegas, Nevada, working as a staff photojournalist for the Las Vegas Review-Journal.
I previously worked at the Casper Star-Tribune in Wyoming and for the Columbia Daily Tribune in Missouri. My work has been published in outlets across the U.S.
When I’m not out in the field, I’m usually at home with my Holland Lop bunny, Cupid, reading, collecting vintage 1960s Barbies, or listening to Taylor Swift and Dolly Parton on repeat.