• We bring good news of great joy! . Baby Ferg due September 2020 at 5,280’! . The first time we hiked Quandary was July 2, 2017–newly homeowners, new to Colorado, dogless and very certainly without a child even on our minds. (Though 2 weeks later I did get my Craigslist pup, thanks to a girl I met on this hike!) It was our first 14er together as Coloradans. . This time, it was March 15, 2020. Seven years to the day that I gave Thomas a book of Colorado maps and 14ers with a handwritten note that read, “Here’s to big dreams and big adventures as vast as the Colorado skies.” That same day a few years later, in 2017, I waved to Thomas as he drove off to make our home in the Rockies and those dreams would be realized. . And now, we’re here—on a new journey, a new adventure with even bigger dreams and more joyous memories to come. Don’t let Syd fool you, she’s stoked. 📷: @denverwildwoman
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    We bring good news of great joy! . Baby Ferg due September 2020 at 5,280’! . The first time we hiked Quandary was July 2, 2017–newly homeowners, new to Colorado, dogless and very certainly without a child even on our minds. (Though 2 weeks later I did get my Craigslist pup, thanks to a girl I met on this hike!) It was our first 14er together as Coloradans. . This time, it was March 15, 2020. Seven years to the day that I gave Thomas a book of Colorado maps and 14ers with a handwritten note that read, “Here’s to big dreams and big adventures as vast as the Colorado skies.” That same day a few years later, in 2017, I waved to Thomas as he drove off to make our home in the Rockies and those dreams would be realized. . And now, we’re here—on a new journey, a new adventure with even bigger dreams and more joyous memories to come. Don’t let Syd fool you, she’s stoked. 📷: @denverwildwoman
  • I sat on these beautiful photos for months, scheming their holiday card grandeur. I even have an image of penning the message—my favorite part—on a train from Vienna to Munich. But time slipped, as it does, and so did my motivation. “A New Year’s card, then? It’s a shame to let this one go by,” we said. . But we did. Because we know I’m not gonna do it—not for New Year’s, not for Valentine’s Day, not for St. Patty’s day. Heck, we still have a stack of 100 unmarked from last year (sorry if you’re in the stack, it was a good one). . You know what’s better than a tiny generic card from Minted that people will throw away? A bunch of giant prints and a book for our home, our rooms, our legacy. Handwritten notes throughout the year to the ones we hold dear. A phone call when our people come to mind at just the right moment. . While I still love receiving and displaying yearly photos and updates from others, I’m gonna keep doing us—the real, get-what-ya-get-when-ya-see-it us. Sometimes it’s real ugly, sometimes it’s cranky or “off” or silly or late or chaotic. And a lot of times it’s really, really vibrant and beautiful and wild. Always, it’s true. . So, here’s to a wild, vibrant year (decade) behind us and an even better one before us. And a huge, heartfelt thanks to you, @carolineroro, for capturing the real us celebrating 5 real years.
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    I sat on these beautiful photos for months, scheming their holiday card grandeur. I even have an image of penning the message—my favorite part—on a train from Vienna to Munich. But time slipped, as it does, and so did my motivation. “A New Year’s card, then? It’s a shame to let this one go by,” we said. . But we did. Because we know I’m not gonna do it—not for New Year’s, not for Valentine’s Day, not for St. Patty’s day. Heck, we still have a stack of 100 unmarked from last year (sorry if you’re in the stack, it was a good one). . You know what’s better than a tiny generic card from Minted that people will throw away? A bunch of giant prints and a book for our home, our rooms, our legacy. Handwritten notes throughout the year to the ones we hold dear. A phone call when our people come to mind at just the right moment. . While I still love receiving and displaying yearly photos and updates from others, I’m gonna keep doing us—the real, get-what-ya-get-when-ya-see-it us. Sometimes it’s real ugly, sometimes it’s cranky or “off” or silly or late or chaotic. And a lot of times it’s really, really vibrant and beautiful and wild. Always, it’s true. . So, here’s to a wild, vibrant year (decade) behind us and an even better one before us. And a huge, heartfelt thanks to you, @carolineroro, for capturing the real us celebrating 5 real years.
  • Syddie girl Syd bird Squid Syddie bop My baby dog Birdie girl Squidney Baked ziti The bird Syd, my dog Syd. I love you more than what could ever be healthy, but you love me to the ends of this earth and back again. Syd, you’re one of the best decisions we ever made (or the best decision a game of poker and I ever coerced T into). Every year when your “Ferg Day” comes around, I think about busting timelines, off-leash hikes, teaching you silly brilliant tricks, your menagerie of expressions and the countless hours of endless joy and laughter you bring to our lives. You take the edge off, you bring out the best in us and you make us some of the most annoying, eye-roll worthy dog parents possible. You’re our favorite girl. Happy 2nd Ferg Day, Syddie girl.
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    Syddie girl Syd bird Squid Syddie bop My baby dog Birdie girl Squidney Baked ziti The bird Syd, my dog Syd. I love you more than what could ever be healthy, but you love me to the ends of this earth and back again. Syd, you’re one of the best decisions we ever made (or the best decision a game of poker and I ever coerced T into). Every year when your “Ferg Day” comes around, I think about busting timelines, off-leash hikes, teaching you silly brilliant tricks, your menagerie of expressions and the countless hours of endless joy and laughter you bring to our lives. You take the edge off, you bring out the best in us and you make us some of the most annoying, eye-roll worthy dog parents possible. You’re our favorite girl. Happy 2nd Ferg Day, Syddie girl.
  • I’m just gonna leave this here to cap off a good lil’ weekend where I snagged not one, but TWO long naps. . // . This impromptu photo opp came on the heels of our anniversary, and it’s the first time we’ve had pro pics made since our wedding by @courtneypotterstudio extraordinaire. It ain’t easy being in front of the lens, but it’s easy being with my guy. Cheese factor 💯 and idgaf. Thank you, @hannaiwilson
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    I’m just gonna leave this here to cap off a good lil’ weekend where I snagged not one, but TWO long naps. . // . This impromptu photo opp came on the heels of our anniversary, and it’s the first time we’ve had pro pics made since our wedding by @courtneypotterstudio extraordinaire. It ain’t easy being in front of the lens, but it’s easy being with my guy. Cheese factor 💯 and idgaf. Thank you, @hannaiwilson
  • My photography business was born out of frustration. Frustration with a dying industry, frustration with shitty bosses, frustration with culture, frustration with sameness. . For a long time, I believed becoming a wedding photographer was a sellout. It meant throwing in the towel on a hard-earned degree from one of the nation’s best journalism programs. Four years after starting my business, I was afraid of being another kind of sellout. A failure, if you will. . On the other side of all of this, I’ve lived to tell that I’m no sellout. I’m no failure. And for the first time in a long time, I’m truly thriving. I’ve still got a lot to learn, but my 45+ hour/week “corporate” job has been one of the best things I’ve ever sought out. Thank God for frustration…it got me here. Even more good stuff to come.
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    My photography business was born out of frustration. Frustration with a dying industry, frustration with shitty bosses, frustration with culture, frustration with sameness. . For a long time, I believed becoming a wedding photographer was a sellout. It meant throwing in the towel on a hard-earned degree from one of the nation’s best journalism programs. Four years after starting my business, I was afraid of being another kind of sellout. A failure, if you will. . On the other side of all of this, I’ve lived to tell that I’m no sellout. I’m no failure. And for the first time in a long time, I’m truly thriving. I’ve still got a lot to learn, but my 45+ hour/week “corporate” job has been one of the best things I’ve ever sought out. Thank God for frustration…it got me here. Even more good stuff to come.