The earth laughs in flowers. (Emerson) 

I am constantly humbled by the way this world wakes up each spring. From dead & brittle to impossibly green & bursting with blooms- what a resurrection we get to witness! I’ll never stop taking photos of these little miracles. 


evening walks with my parents are pretty definitive of my adult life at home- catching the golden hour & chatting in the cooler moments of MD summer. 

Sun catches the tassels of corn fields, heat rises from the road and the stone walls lining our way & birds make their way to their evening roosts. Last night I gathered wildflowers along the way, naming them & their sweet familiarity. 


never stop chasing the sun.