A couple holding hands while standing barefoot on sandy desert terrain. Family photography session in Manitoba

Child sitting at a wooden table in a sunlit room, making a peace sign with fingers near face, with a bowl and fruit on the table.

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Time is fleeting, and memories are an important part of your legacy

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A woman with shoulder-length dark hair, tattoos on both arms, wearing a black sleeveless dress, stands beside a table with flowers, a lit candle, and a pitcher of water, smiling softly at the camera in a decorated indoor setting.

“SOMETIMES WHEN YOU ARE IN A DARK PLACE, YOU THINK YOU’VE BEEN BURIED

BUT ACTUALLY, YOU’VE BEEN PLANTED”

Christine Caine

GRIEF IS NO STRANGER TO ME

Photographs are all we have

A young woman in a tank top and denim skirt, standing outdoors near a tennis court, with apartment buildings in the background, in black and white.

A heart-shaped design with the word 'Mom' inside and small arrows pointing toward the heart.

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Losing my mom at a young age became a very large chapter in my story. A gift that tragedy gave me as I've grown older is an understanding of the fleeting nature of time and the importance of protecting precious moments. My dad passed away in 2020, and in the wake of this loss, I found power in creativity, and how it can be an outlet for my grief, expression and preserving a legacy.

My experience with grief has taught me that what we do with our time on this earth matters.

This has grown my passion for photography, capturing with thoughtful intention, the most cherished moments & milestones.

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I’ve felt a calling to be creative for what feels like my whole life, no matter where I’ve wandered, I always seem to find my way back to it.

As a creative (and a pretty Type A one at that), I’ve spent a lot of time thinking something has to be technically perfect to be worth creating. But photography has taught me otherwise. The value of a photograph isn’t always in how perfect it looks, it’s in how it makes you feel.

The photograph of your grandma laughing across the room on your wedding day might not be the “perfect shot,” but years from now, it might be the one you cherish most.

That’s what I care about capturing.

I’m a documentary-style photographer, which means I want to be immersed in the experience right alongside you. I don’t just show up to photograph your story, I get to be a small part of it. I’ve buttoned up countless wedding dresses, helped brides put in their veils, spent time chatting with grandmas, fixed little details, calmed nerves, and laughed alongside my couples throughout the day.

Your wedding isn’t a photoshoot. It’s a day that will fly by in a blur of people you love, little in-between moments, happy tears, and things you probably won’t even realize happened until later.

So, I’ll be there for all of it.

I’ll photograph the big moments, but I’ll also be looking for the quiet ones.. the hand squeezes, the messy laughs, the way your dad looks at you, and the people who came to celebrate you. I share the value you place on these memories, and I’ll show up for them wholeheartedly.

A vintage camera with flash and lens, placed on a white surface with a shadow cast nearby.

Beachside restaurant with outdoor seating, palm trees, and string lights, overlooking boats docked at a pier.

Stylized white cursive text reading 'Honeymoon View' on a black background.

A man and woman holding hands while walking on a sandy dune with grass, under a cloudy sky.

MY MAIDEN NAME IS THORSTEINSON - ICELANDIC AT HEART

An interesting story…

I discovered a handful of video cassette tapes in a box in 2020 when my husband (boyfriend at the time) Brett and I moved into our new apartment.

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We needed an old camcorder to watch them since the technology is so dated, and Brett’s parents happened to still have one stored away. I knew the videotapes were memories of my childhood based on the timestamps written on the cassette box.

I started watching and videos of my mom appeared, and I came to the realization that I had just heard her voice for the first time.

It was an incredible moment and realization that losing your mom at 13 months old wouldn’t allow you to keep that memory stored in your tiny brain. Memories are so sacred, and having evidence that we lived here on earth is something that should be invested in.