[ THE ARCHIVES ]A collection of un-staged treasures and observed moments.

[ ARCHIVE 01: THE FRENCH FARMHOUSE. ]

Is it France, is it Texas?
A slice of Provence tucked away in the North Texas country—all white, dusty blues, and the kind of unfussy, refined elegance that usually requires a passport. Between the open fields and the quiet corners of the farmhouse, I focused on the movement and human connection – the quiet moments in the morning to the dance party in the evening. A European editorial dream, rooted in Texas soil.

[ ARCHIVE 02: THE LAKE HOUSE. ]

A family property on Lake George held since the 1700s—this wasn’t just a wedding weekend; it was a chapter in a 300-year-old story. I spent the days capturing the crisp Huletts Landing air, the echoes of karaoke and singing, and a Victorian mansion with the rumor that it’s haunted, but mostly felt like it was built specifically for Super 8. It was a weekend defined by deep roots and effortless connection; the kind of film I still find myself rewatching just to feel the warmth of that autumn light again.

[ ARCHIVE 03: THE IOWA SUNSET. ]

The Midwest wind was relentless that Autumn day—the kind of weather that’s a pain for your bridal hair, but dreamy on camera. I remember Lizzie’s mom being reflective in the quiet of the morning, and the way Jeb finally gave her every girl's dream: a classic lift into the golden hour glow of an Iowa sunset.