My heart has been asking for a new way of sharing with you. Something different, more elevated and intentional. So, with that being said, I have decided to bring you my hand picked heirlooms in collections.

This past week, that ache showed up around creativity. Around Instagram. Around the quiet tension of sharing something that comes from such a personal, honest place- and then watching it disappear into the scroll without a ripple. I’m no stranger to that feeling. And yet it still surprises me how deeply it can sting.

As a photographer I am always chasing light. Waking up at 3:30 am with the birds to walk out to the vines to capture the first light, the moody kind, the sort that drapes over your shoulder like a soft cashmere shawl when there’s a bit of freshness to the air. This kind of light literally takes my breathe away and returns it in the most beautiful way. It is, if I might say, magical.

There is a kind of seeing that goes beyond the eyes—one that listens, lingers, and gathers meaning in the smallest details. Photography, at its core, is not about capturing perfection, but about honoring the way we witness the world.

A new sail has been set and a fresh canvas is upon us. My new direction for The Heirloom Creative is here.

The fabric of my life has been woven with the thread of helpfulness. I want to take what I know and help other people understand and learn how to do it. I want to add value, and a boat load of it.

It feels like our culture has gotten away from intentionally creating special moments, the kind people remember with a simple yet overwhelmingly beautiful tabletop is something they will remember. Someone made something special for them. This they will remember in their heart. In return, our cups are filled and we can see that we too have an astonishing amount of value to add to the world that perhaps we didn’t truly realize.

Life is one giant harvest. Every moment we plant seeds with thoughts, dreams, aspirations, they grows, we nurture them and then we harvest them. It is truly a magical way of looking at life whilst at the same time it can leave us in layers of discomfort.

Authenticity and integrity are sincere and important to me. They are probably my top two principles in my own life so I suppose it is no surprise that I lean towards vintage items and heirlooms.

I suppose the best part of living with vintage (for me) is knowing what I am caring for has been cared for by another, which is not only humbling, but it makes the item more of an honor to have in my home.

In the beginning there was a desire to make sourdough bread. It wa so intense it kept me awake at night. I knew this would become my teacher and it certainly did teach me more than I ever thought possible.