Photos by Emily Arleene Photography

With my hair tangled in the wind, you can usually find me with a camera in hand. I see beauty in the mess and hope in the chaos especially when it’s drenched in golden light. Life is hard and living even harder but I laugh often and remember to breathe in the earth around me. I fall in love with pipers along the shoreline, the coos of the mourning dove, and I never get tired of the first snowfall. I spend my time chasing the sun and searching for the moon in a world that fails to look up at the stars. I believe in magic and love and the miracle I’m still here. Not long ago, I was on the road with the only person who’s ever felt like home. We married in a field surrounded by love, cornfields, and hay. He’s gentle, intelligent, and keeps me safe. But most of all, we choose each other every day. For so long, we were in search of a new place to grow and thrive, fumbling through places we didn’t belong. But we have finally found ourselves where the mountains meet the sea, in the state of Maine. My heart has always called to the ocean like a long lost love so I knew I could never stay away for long. These days, I find myself healing the coldest parts of myself and letting go of what has longed held me down. I’m learning what it means to find stable ground . . .