I love documenting your most meaningful moments, so I want to share some of mine with you!
Most days you can find me lacing up my running shoes or writing letters with fancy pens on classy paper. I love the way trail running, hiking, long bike rides, and time at my piano fuel my soul, and make my heart sing. I’m very nostalgic, which is a big part of why I love my job, and need at least one quiet moment in my day to breathe.
My heart is happiest outdoors, and when spending time with my family. The youngest of three, and an aunt times three, I’m still learning to do life with my sister on a far away continent and my brother on a faraway coast. Visiting them is fun and all, but I’m more then ready to have them just down the street or around the corner.
Photography is my thing because I want to help you see the beauty in the small moments of your life, to help you realize that posed isnt perfect. and that messy is more than okay. Your days, your life, your little moments are important. They are worth documenting.
Ultimately, being a Colorado family and wedding photographer isn’t about pictures, it’s about people. This isn’t about weddings and cute pictures of squishy newborns, it’s about marriages and new beginnings. It isn’t about transactions, but about building relationships and documenting real life. It’s not about one day, but about capturing these memories for a lifetime.
Go Big Red!
Grand Teton National Park
Colorado Rocky Mountains
My favorite things
Consider this my very own “Raindrops on Roses” list.
(What did you think I’d really let my entire site go by without a Julie Andrews reference?)
My college friends made a “Man List” based of things I apparently repeatedly said about the man I wanted to marry. Said man had to meet at least 80% of the criteria. Ryan met 95% of the list. He’s obviously a keeper.
Being an aunt
There are few things that bring me as much joy in life as the two boys who call me “Auntie Wola”. I spend every spare second with them that I possibly can.
My husband and I talk about winter mountains, summer mountains, his, my, and our mountains. His are full of snow and skiing – the mountains along I-70 in Colorado. Mine are full of sun and wildflowers – the mountains in my beloved Estes Park. Our mountains are those we’ve discovered and explored together.
I first fell in love with these morsels while my sister attended a small Dutch school in Iowa. I can’t get enough of their caramel goodness. The best stroopwaffles I’ve ever had were actually in Germany. Sorry, Netherlands. I’m game to try again, though.