The Why

I first asked for a camera when I was about 12, for Christmas. I didn’t get it… My 5-year-old brother did, and that’s probably what started it all. <Insert laughing emoji here>

From the time I could buy my own camera, I always had one in hand, but never thought that would be the carer path I would take. I went to school, I have a degree in Neuroscience and I thought I was going to jump into surgery and the pursuit of curing and preventing dementia. I loooove the brain. Absolutely adore psychology and the wild thought that memories are all little chemical codes in the brain. It’s such a big thought that is still so abstract to me, no matter how thoroughly I understand the biochemicals, synapses, and tectonic plates (that last one was a joke). That was where my passion was and honestly, I don’t think that ever faded away. But while I was going to school, I was taking pictures with all my friends, with a camera in my back pocket. When I’d escape to the mountains or beach with the pup, it was the two of us and my camera. When I had my first kiddo, there was never an undocumented milestone that I then didn’t share with the whole world via 40 images (the max Facebook used to let you upload). So photography jumped even more into my life and what started as a gift idea and then maybe some bitter jealousy, morphed to a hobby, then to an emotional keystone to my life. And that is what I bring to you, to my business, to the THOUUUUUUSANDS of people I have had the pleasure of photographing over the years— not the bitterness part— but the emotions and variety of the special occassion. That’s why I do this, to capture the moment and the ffeling and the way your baby smirks or snuggles or has a little patch of hair on his teeny tiny shoulders at just two weeks old. Or how his ears look exactly like Grandpa’s right now… which will almost certainly change in a month or two and then maybe one day slowly change back as he becomes an adult in his own time. I am not just going to give you that perfect smiling picture, I am going to give you three shots that almost look the same, but one has a smile, one has a full-on belly laugh, and one is a silly scowl that they do when being stubborn… and while one may be a clear winner to the Christmas card, as time moves on, the scowl will probably have the etched place in your heart. Anyway, that’s why I am here. Most of these blogs will be filled with galleries and showing off adorable-ness, but this is the one to tell you who I am and to warn you of my sarcasm, terrible jokes, oversized galleries, and to let you get to know me. Hi, it’s me. Jessey.