As a child, my extended family and I retreated to the banks of Lake Powell to relax under the Sonoran sun. There was room to laugh, play, and run like the wind. Once I remember spontaneously sprinting from my uncle’s campground to the edge of the lake. With a little newfound freedom, I found myself quiet and still in such a serene setting. Reaching for a disposable camera I’d stashed inside my pocket, I snapped away at the tiniest details: rock formations, sand lines, tan lines, water ripples, ants marching along the brush. With a broken stick, I etched “Natalie was here” into the sand. A light breeze brushed my skin as I inhaled the desert air. My mind felt calm and clear. Everything felt right.
Through observing nature and capturing its glorious details, I’d discovered a burgeoning passion for independence, photography, and connection. Now, as a full-time photojournalist, my best photo and writing work comes from letting each moment remain wholly candid and authentic, inspired by the same life essence I saw in my father’s old photographs.