06/22/2026
“In the end, it will be pictures we hold onto.”
Around here we believe in magic.
And if I’m being really honest, my love for magic started with Disney. Before you roll your eyes or start talking about ticket prices, Genie+, or waiting an hour to ride one ride, hear me out.
I don’t love Disney because of the rides.
I love Disney because of what Walt wanted it to be and because of my own memories of growing up there.
A lot of my family worked at Disney while I was growing up, so naturally we went a lot. I got to experience the magic over and over again, and honestly, I feel incredibly blessed for that. It probably also explains the princess complex I still have today.
But what I really fell in love with wasn’t the castle.
It was the idea that families could spend time together. That people could step into another world for a little while. That wonder mattered. That imagination mattered.
And honestly? That’s exactly how I photograph your stories.
I don’t care nearly as much about the perfect pose as I care about the little things. The hand on your grandmother’s shoulder. The way your grandpa laughs when nobody is paying attention. The way your child reaches for their hand without even thinking.
Because I have a photograph I wish existed.
My Papaw was honestly kind of grumpy. He wasn’t overly sentimental, and he definitely wasn’t the type to be silly for a picture.
But one night leaving Epcot, he was in his wheelchair and we were heading down a hill. I jokingly told him to throw his hands in the air like he was on a roller coaster.
And to my complete surprise, he did.
For just a second, my Papaw became this playful, joyful version of himself. He laughed. It is one of my favorite memories of him.
And nobody took the picture.
A couple of weeks ago, I used old photographs, images of myself, images of him, and a little bit of technology to create that moment because it only existed in my memory.
And while I love that image, it reminded me of something:
Take the picture.
Not the Christmas card picture.
Not the one where everyone loses their minds trying to coordinate outfits.
Take the one eating ice cream.
Take the one sitting on the old bench.
Take the one with wrinkled hands holding tiny hands.
Take the one where Grandma is telling stories.
Take the one where Grandpa is laughing.
Because the truth is, we always think we have another summer.
So this summer I’m offering something that might honestly be one of my favorite things I’ve ever created.
Legacy Sessions.
Bring your grandparents.
Let’s get ice cream. Let’s meet at the old Dupree Gardens ticket booth. Let’s sit on a bench. Let’s walk slowly. Let’s tell stories.
No pressure.
No perfect posing.
Just the people who helped shape your family.
The only catch?
You can’t wait until next year.
Because in the end, it won’t be the perfectly coordinated outfits we hold onto.
It will be the pictures.
Message me for availability and pricing.
