Shawn + Ginger - A Hattiesburg, MS Wedding

I honestly don’t know where to begin. Shawn & Ginger are one of those couples that deserve a proper millennial accolade of #goals. I first met these two lovebirds a little more than a year ago on an assignment for DIME Entertainment. I was photographing their apartment for a story (check out their sweet pad here: ) Needless to say, I was over the moon when Ginger approached me about photographing their big day after yoga one Wednesday evening. I could go on and on about how rad their big day was, but I’ll let the photos do the talking instead :) 

However, I can’t go without mentioning all the amazing creatives that helped put this spectacular day together:

Hair: Jamie M. Thames, James Channel Salon and Spa

Furniture Rental: Celebrations

Flowers: Sweet Blossom

Cake: Town Square Cafe & Bakery

Cake Topper: Vixon Sullivan

DJ: Tyner Sullivan

HHDA: Rosie Knop and Andrea Saffle

MC: Brittany Purvis

Illustration: Blayne Ward

Invitations: Forrest Paper & Bridal Company

Decorations: Abigail Lenz Allen

Dance Lessons: Rebecca Chandler

Coordinator: Meagan Duckworth

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Why + Why Not

“You are safe right now.”

“You have everything you need right now.”

“You are healthy right now.”

I flipped off a White House COVID-19 update repeating these lines in my head over and over, attempting to calm my breathing and slow my racing heartbeat. A paralysis washed over my body as I felt a lightheaded tingle creep upward from my toes. My mind couldn’t place the sensations. “What the hell is happening?” I mumbled to myself. 

“A panic attack— you’re having a panic attack.” I felt a small relief as my brain fired the message through every cell. My breathing slowed. 

That was the moment I decided to stop getting a play-by-play from every news outlet on the current state of the virus. Sensory overload was preventing me from putting one foot in front of the other. I told my boyfriend that I would like to be updated at the end of each day but that for now, I’m unsubscribing from the moment by moment sound bites.

The reality that this is the new normal is unavoidable. I have accepted the losses to my business. I can’t say that I am comfortable with the financial insecurity of this season, but I am numb to the heightened state of anxiety it has caused in days prior. I have accepted that for now “work” will look drastically different than it ever has. 

And now, more than ever, I am thankful that my parents encouraged me to major in Public Relations and that my first major contract after college placed me smack in the center of a high stress political campaign that left me so sleep deprived that I wasn’t sure what day it was most days. 

Why am I grateful for these things? I am walking into the most critical contract of my life. The stakes are higher than they’ve ever been. And it’s an inside job. It may sound silly, but honestly who cares— I’m hiring myself as a consultant to get this ship going again. I’ve done communication and business strategy consulting for several of my clients, so why not apply the framework I’ve used for them on myself? 

The first step in picking myself up off the floor is “reminding myself why I came to the plate.” My uncle has always told me to focus on why I started something when things get hard. 

To be clear, I’m talking about the deeper why— the why that predicates business plans and revenue. 

Why did I come to the plate? Why did I start making pictures? I started making pictures because I want people to know they matter. As I scribbled this line in my journal, a memory sprinted to the forefront of my thoughts. 

“Photography is nothing more than a medium for me to communicate to people that they and their ideas matter. So far, it seems to be the most viable and effective medium for me to do that, but I am open to that changing during seasons where other opportunities present themselves,” I told a friend and mentor a few years back.  

As I sit in my living room, typing this, I’m nervously laughing as I fight the urge to want to eat my own words. But beyond the nerves, uncertainty and irony of the situation, deep down, I still believe those words to be true. I also believe that I have talents that reach beyond my ability to take pictures.

Photography is and probably always will be my favorite tool, but it’s NOT the only tool.

Rather than continuing to cry in my beer about not being able to be on set right now, I’m trying my best to be thankful for the opportunity to brush dust off other skills and passions that may have been hidden in the background while I’ve let my photography take center stage. 

Now that I’ve reminded myself why, it’s time to ask “Why not?” My favorite question in the world is “Why not?” Why not try something new? Why not explore skills and mediums beyond my normal? Why not see what doors open with new tools in hand? 

Why not? If something isn’t going to harm me or someone else, a cute animal or the planet— it’s worth exploring. 

The past few weeks have royally sucked at more than a moment or two. I’ve felt like the universe was slide tacking me and then kicking the back of my knees at several points. But as the dust settles from the initial shock, I’m not going to keep staring at a locked door, because who knows what might be in the other doors around me. 

I can’t wait to be making pictures of you and the things that bring you joy very soon, but in the meantime, I am excited to find other ways to tell your stories and my own.

— Kate

Some thoughts on the past few days—

“Kate, I know this is a hard situation, but I’m pleading with you to cancel.”

I felt a sharp drop in the pit of my stomach as I murmured, fighting back tears, “I know I have to. Can I call you back later?” My sight started to tunnel as I fumbled through the aisles looking for my mom in the toiletries section of a Walmart.

It was just after 8:30pm last Wednesday.

“This can’t be real,” I kept repeating to myself over and over choking back tears coupled with the simultaneous urge to either throw up or scream. I typed out my cancellation for an event second shooter gig in New Orleans set for last Saturday, pressed send, and sat in silence the whole way home. My mom put her hand on my shoulder as we drove, neither uttering a word. As we walked in the house she said, “Kate, the business will come back. This is just a season.” I spent the rest of the evening letting myself grieve, get angry and cry over the losses and cancellations my business had taken in a few short days. As I got ready to finally call it a night, I flipped through Instagram one last time and saw that a dear friend had just received the news that an event her business needs had been cancelled the night before it was set to start.

My heart broke again.

I woke up earlier than usual Thursday. I wish I could say that my perspective had taken an automatic shift and that I instantaneously felt like a brighter world was ahead of me, but I still felt that pit of anxiety deep in my chest. A decent part of me still wanted to punch a wall even though I couldn’t begin to put my finger on who or what to blame. However, something changed— I no longer felt alone. I knew that at least one more person in the world knew what I was feeling— at least one person understood.

As Thursday continued, the news poured in left and right— tours, the NBA, the NCAA, schools, churches, conferences, flights— all cancelled. Many of my dearest friends make their income from music and events. A cancelled fun night out for some is rent and groceries for many. I felt so much grief and loss for my friends who are losing this industry right now, but also comradery and companionship. Society may have been grinding down, but I wasn’t alone anymore. Finally, I felt that I was in this with everyone else.

Friday, I spent most of the day working on the only remote project I have. My phone rang a little after 4— it was my client for Monday’s shoot. I told her we could postpone. She told me that she didn’t want to be the only thing holding me back from getting back to Nashville. She then opened up about worried she was for our older customers health and for her employees’ financial security as she prepared for the worst. She is one of many business owners stuck between a rock and hard place with no win-win in sight. My heart broke again as I imagined many of my friends and fellow business owners trying to cope with losses to their business and dwindling options for supporting their own families and employees. My perspective shifted again.

Yes, my business has taken a hit that I have never seen before. No, I don’t have a concrete plan for how I will support myself until this is over. But at the end of the day, I am an army of one. I don’t have employees who count on me for support. I don’t have children at home who need to be fed and tended to because who knows when or if school is going to meet again this year. I also have nearly 0 overhead as a photographer who’s work is mostly done on location. I was starting to feel more than less alone— I was realizing that I am blessed and fortunate. 

Saturday I woke up, went for a walk with my mom, got packed, and started heading back to Nashville. One of my best friends, a nurse, called me on the way. For the next two hours she explained what could happen if our health system was overwhelmed. She’s waiting to be told the following words any day— “You aren’t going home at the end of your shift tonight.” She has a family at home that she will likely see very little of for the time being. She told me how she’s tried to stock her pantry in case she has to stay at the hospital: “Thank God there hasn’t been a mad dash on plantain chips like there has on toilet paper,” she joked. Even with this in front of her, she’s finding humor and humanity among the surreal. We hung up and again I was overwhelmed – this time with affection for the countless first responders, healthcare workers, doctors and nurses risking their safety everyday to keep us healthy.

Sunday, I collected my plants and a few other items from my apartment as the reality that social distancing is going to be the new normal for a while sunk in. As the day went on, my gratitude lapsed back into a frantic anxiety. My boyfriend graciously listened to me as I freaked out over not having enough of my things to comfortably wait out quarantine. We went to my place and grabbed what I wanted. As I finished transforming his living room into a modern hobbit hole — a friend that’s in the middle of a divorce texted, checking in on me. He’s been a sounding board over this past week as I’ve felt my career’s security slip through my hands, and as we talked he told me that even though his financial security and well being isn’t being threatened, he’s never felt more alone. I was speechless. No amount of financial security will make up for being alone. I wished more than anything that I could teleport him from LA to Nashville to spend the next few weeks with us. Again, I was reminded how lucky I am to have my loved ones right here with me.

And it just kept hitting me: no matter whether it’s health concerns, financial hardships, lack of time, no companionship, or something else— everyone is going through something right now. No one is alone in suffering. Yes, some will inevitably suffer more. Yes, some will feel the pains of this season longer than others. But that doesn’t change the fact that we aren’t the only ones hurting.

The silver lining to that truth is that just as we don’t get to claim suffering for only ourselves, we don’t have to be alone as we go through it either. No one should face this by themselves. I am learning that I am not an island, and that is OKAY. Even though it is painfully obvious right now in more ways than one, I have always needed help and care from other people. We all do! And whether I have acknowledged it or not, I have never been left alone in a time of need— no matter how lonely I’ve felt.

We are not alone even if we want to act like we can handle it. We need our neighbors, and they need us. I’m challenging myself to find creative ways to show up for people right now. As someone who prefers a hands-on approach to almost everything, I have felt lost looking for ways to help. But rather than sitting around and wallowing in my own fears and anxieties, I’m doing my best to get out of my comfort zone and show up for people. I’m also giving myself space and grace to let whatever emotions come up roll over me rather than burying them. If I want to cry, I’ll cry. If I want to scream, I’ll go on the patio and do that. Be kind to yourself, and watch how you can care even more for those who need it right now.

Please wash your hands and remember those more vulnerable than you as you make decisions in the coming days. Remember, we’re in this together.

My thoughts on the Leica Q

I picked up a Leica Q a few months ago after spending more than a year trying to justify buying one. I finally bit the bullet and pressed order after returning a different camera that seemed like the perfect camera on paper. It was new, flashy, medium format, wifi enabled & heck, could probably even bring me my morning cold brew for all I know— but it wasn’t the camera for me. I wanted to love it. I felt like I was recapping a date that I wasn’t that into when I talked about my shooting experience with my fellow camera nerds. Yeah, it’s great. That sensor is wow. Yeah, the new technology, wow. Then I finally caved and admitted that while Camera X had a great personality and a resume that crushed it’s competitors, I couldn’t stand shooting with it. I didn’t catch myself reaching for it. I wanted to be into it, but I wasn't. And thankfully, it was still returnable. Upon returning my sensible, practical, “dream” camera, I purchased what a lot of the internet seems to view as one of the most impractical & limited cameras on the market to date— the Leica Q. And it has been one of the best purchases I have ever made.

Does it have limitations? Yep. Is a 28mm my dream focal length? Absolutely not. Is it the newest, shiniest piece of gear boasting 5000000 million megapixels, a free car wash & table service like every other camera seems to these days? Nope.

But what is has done is help me crawl out of a creative rut & I haven’t left my house without it since it arrived on my doorstep. Having a fixed focal length pushes me artistically more than I could have anticipated. Having a wide fixed focal length forces me to get up close & personal if I want to make the picture. There is no passive aggressive approach to shooting with a 28mm. You’re in it. Want to make a portrait of a stranger? You’re about to make a new friend. See the perfect moment? Zoom with your feet & be there for it.

Even though, the wide focal length makes an extrovert out of any introvert, the camera itself doesn’t make the “entrance” that a DSLR makes. It’s tiny & barely makes a sound when you’re shooting. I remember when I got my first camera. I loved the grand entrance a big camera made. It was like having a megaphone auto looping, “I AM A PHOTOGRAPHER!” Nowadays, I hate that feeling. Even on a commercial set, I hate the barrier created by a big camera. It feels like fence between me & my subjects at best and an unscalable wall at worst. The Q is the opposite of that. It’s small enough to hide in a coat or a purse. Even when I have it dangling on my shoulder it goes relatively unnoticed. Simply cutting out the time it takes for a room to acclimate to a big camera being there is a game changer for me. Having a small, but insanely powerful machine like the Q feels like a dream too good to be true. It allows me to capture authentic moments without sacrificing image quality.

I won’t touch on the tech stuff much because there is plenty to read on that front from people who, truth be told, know way more about it than I do. I always have and likely always will be someone who prefers the simplest set up possible so my gear can “get out of the way” when I’m shooting. If you are a minimalist who hates spending a ton of time memorizing new menus and finds yourself wanting to scream with complicated setups, then the Q is probably your dream camera for it’s menus alone. Pretty much everything I need can be accessed from the back of the camera or the rings on the front. I was able to start shooting with it almost as soon as I pulled it out of the box. There isn’t much more I could ask for from a piece of gear.

This camera has been a lovely companion that has helped me fall back in love with photography & the joy of shooting every single day. For the first time in a long time, I am carrying a camera with me everywhere again, and it feels good to be back. For me, shooting experience beats out flashy tech specs any day. It doesn’t matter how perfect a piece of gear is on paper if it’s collecting dust on a shelf because I’m not feeling inspired to create when I hold it. The Leica Q is one of the most limiting pieces of gear I have ever owned, but it’s a camera I reach for every day. Yes, yes, yes… the best camera may be the one in your hand, but when your whole career, hobby & passion revolve around cameras, it’s important to take note of which camera you find yourself wanting in your hand the most too.

I’ve never “reviewed” a piece of gear & I feel like this seems more like a mushy Hallmark card than a camera review, but I promised a fellow photographer friend that I would share my thoughts. Here are some of my favorite everyday moments captured with the Q so far.

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Time with Jeremy at UAB

I’ve waited to share these images in hopes that I would find the proper words to accompany them. Nearly two months later, I’m still nearly speechless. I’ll keep my description brief and let the images take the place of words.

In January, Jeremy let me document part of his cystic fibrosis journey at UAB. Jeremy is one of the strongest humans I know. He is like the bigger brother I never had & always reminds me to stay present & focus on what actually matters in life.

He lives big & loves even bigger.

Thankful for you, friend.

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Portrait session with JMR - Nashville, TN

Justin Richards is a fashion designer & musician living in Nashville, TN. Whether he’s serenading you or making you a custom piece of wearable art, his ability to combine an eye & ear for all things aesthetic is nothing short of of magical. A few weeks ago, he gave me a sneak peek into his world & the things that inspire him to create. Here are a few portraits from our time together. Can’t wait to make more magic with this dynamically talented human.

Check out more of his work at justinmarkrichards.com :)

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2017 - A year in photographs

I’m writing this blog from a dear friend’s couch this chilly Nashville morning. I can’t lie -  I was tempted to write an ambiguous blurb about how 2017 had her ups and downs. I was tempted to leave some of these photographs out because of the memories they evoke. I was tempted to leave a little note about how each curveball thrown this year shaped me for the better & how I had a life epiphany that sprouted into greatness after every valley. 

But I just couldn’t do it. The truth is that 2017 has without a doubt been the biggest rollercoaster out of my 25 years waltzing on earth. I wish I could tell you that every curveball was met with grace and understanding. I so dearly wish that I could say that every misstep I made was corrected. I wish I could say I’ve forgiven every person I’ve been hurt by. And I desperately wish I could say I have apologized to every person I’ve hurt. 

It’s easy for me to paint out a perfect life on Instagram with a pretty travel photo, but going back to an empty hotel room when you’re feeling lonelier than ever still sucks - no matter how many beautiful landscapes you post. 

It’s easy to let people think you have the perfect life because you have your dream job, but trying to work out relationship problems via a call or even worse text still sucks - no matter how many dream contracts I score. 

It’s easy to make traveling for a living look like a 24/7 vacation, but going on 2 hours of sleep from back to back red eye flights because I can’t seem to grasp what the word “no” means still sucks - no matter how many humblebrags make it on my Insta Story. 

The first half of this year was spent running myself into the ground until my body physically and emotionally couldn’t take it anymore. My inability to find balance has cost me relationships, jobs and friendships. I have had to learn that there is no such thing as life without compromise. Saying yes to something always means saying no to something else. (Shoutout to my sweet friend Gretchen for that truth nugget.)

In the middle of this year something switched. For the first time in years, I was quiet. I got off social media completely for 8 weeks. I needed silence to figure out why I was saying yes to the things I was saying yes to - and just as important - what was I saying no to. 

I will never forget walking down La Push Beach in late July. My mind and my heart felt clear for the first time in years. I laid down a lot of hurt that day. In that moment, I was humbled and could finally see beyond the wounds of the previous season. That day was filled with a lot of tears, because in looking past my own hurt, I could see the hurt I had caused others. There it was staring me in the face. 

 

I realized that the people who were getting my no were the people who should be first the yes line. I realized that through focussing on the turbulence of the previous months, I had hurt so many of those close to me. 

Coming home from the PNW, I felt like a new person. My heart, spirit and body felt aligned for the first time in a while. However, if any of you have ever had to have your body physically realigned in any way, you know it comes with its own host of pains. When you’ve trained your mind and heart to respond to certain patterns in certain ways, no matter how out of balance those responses are, it’s going to be hard and painful to correct. It feels like the emotional equivalent of having my hips realigned after a climbing accident years ago. 

I had trained for months on a bum hip. My leg muscles had aligned themselves to the misalignment in my hip. Getting everything untangled was complicated. Yes, my hip pain was excruciating but in order to put it back in place, my physical therapist had to basically pull every muscle in my left leg. It was the most physically painful thing I’ve ever experienced, but I would never have gotten better without it.

In the same way, I felt like my emotional fibers had be pulled out of their tangled webs. 

Some days it feels liberating. Some days I’m angry because healing isn’t happening as fast as I want it to. Some days I am so overwhelmed by the growth thats happened in so little time. Some days I just want to cry - but most days I am humbled by the amazing people in my life & the gift of their presence.

A few months later I found myself on a mountainside in Southern California with my dear friend Sam. We had taken the day to hike and climb after I wrapped up a book cover shoot in LA. I found myself tearing up again - but this time it was only gratitude. I realized I have wasted years trying to fill a hole that never existed in the first place. I will never forget driving down the mountain that night listening to John Mayer with Sam’s Jeep top back. I watched the hills transform from a vibrant green to a golden purple as day turned to dusk. In that moment, I realized that every curveball of the last year was a season preparing me for something. I realized that while I wasn’t done letting go of some things, I was progressing & that was more than enough to celebrate.

As someone who struggles with patience, letting go of perfection and replacing it with a genuine contentment with progress is a freaking milestone. 

Sometimes we have to let go of relationships to make room for new ones. Sometimes we have to walk away from projects to make space for other things.

In the sunset of 2017, it’s hard for me to wrap my mind around how much has happened in the last 12 months. I was just having a conversation with someone the other night about how his year had felt like ten years rolled into one. Going back through this year in pictures has made me feel the same way. 

I’ll end this long winded blurb with a few lines from my favorite Sleeping at Last song, “Snow.”

“Let our bells keep on ringing

Making angels in the snow

May the melody disarm us

When the cracks begin to show

Like the petals in our pockets

May we remember who we are

Unconditionally cared for

By those who share our broken hearts

The table is set and our glasses are full

Though pieces go missing, may we still feel whole

We'll build new traditions in place of the old

Cause life without revision will silence our souls”

Oh yeah - the pics from the year can be found below :)

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