In 1996, my eight-year-old daughter, Corey, and I moved from our home in Pensacola, FL to Santa Fe, NM so I could finish my undergraduate work at the College of Santa Fe. Encouraged by my teachers, David Scheinbaum and Steve Fitch, I learned that photographing from a personal point of view made my images speak what I wanted to say about the world. Photographing Corey led my attempts at honing my newly discovered visual language. I continued photographing Corey and her friends as they grew into their teenage years. This work became difficult to continue because of the sensitive line between being a documentarian and a mother. It’s difficult to create a healthy balance between those two roles, so I chose to concentrate on being “mom.”
I have continued photographing what is personal to me. My parents’ leaving my childhood home and retiring to New Mexico; my six-year-old son, Jackson; and my former homeland in the South have provided ample subject matter for me to explore visually. I continue to be obsessed with capturing moments on film . . . yes, film . . . and learning from those moments.