I’m naturally sentimental — not the tear-up-at-vows type, but the heart-flutter, soft-gasp, tiny-squeal-behind-the-camera type. I’m drawn to the quiet, unspoken moments: fingers brushing, the pause before a kiss, the way you lean toward each other without thinking — the same way the world seems to slow in wide, open places.
Those in-between moments are where the real story lives. They feel grounded, steady, and deeply human — shaped by connection and the landscape holding it. Your laughter, your quirks, your energy — those are the things that endure long after the day has passed.
That’s the legacy I care about preserving.
Romantic at heart, rooted in presence
I’m a nature-lover and a hopeless romantic who finds meaning in the little things — prairie sunsets, the quiet rhythms of everyday life, the way awe sneaks up on you in wide open spaces, and those blink-and-you-miss-it moments that say everything without trying. That sense of noticing — of slowing down enough to see what matters — shapes the way I photograph love.
I bring warmth, joy, and encouragement to every session, while offering a steady, reassuring presence when things feel big. I know when to add a little lightness, and when to give moments room to breathe — so you can relax into the experience and simply be yourselves.
From mountains and lakes to endless skies and grasslands.
I’ve called Brooks home for 14 years, but I grew up in Kelowna, BC — raised in the Okanagan, surrounded by mountains, warm light, and a family deeply immersed in photography.
My great-grandparents started it, and every generation after added their own chapter. I grew up visiting homes lined with frames, flipping through albums filled with well-worn prints, and hearing the stories tied to every captured moment. That’s where I learned photography isn’t just art — it’s connection, legacy, memory, and meaning.
Frame-lined walls and shelves filled with albums — that’s what I want for you, too.
Photos that anchor you to your story.
Photos that become part of your family’s history.
Photos that remind you who you were, who you are, and who you love.
Because what’s the point of living these beautiful moments if we don’t have something real to return to?
If this resonates — if you felt a quiet yes reading this — I’d love to hear what you’re dreaming of.