Hi! I’m Rachael, living life in Arizona with my three wildflower girls—Samara, Emmeline, and Millicent—and my man hunk, Andrew.
Our cherished spot? Somewhere green and alive—where creeks murmur, lakes stretch wide, and rivers rush with promise. These are the places we gravitate to, places that tingle all the senses and pull us into memories so vivid, it’s as though we never left. We slap together sandwiches, grab the fishing poles, pile into the car, and escape to a lake, a mountain, or any wild corner of the states. It’s where the littlest gets covered in s’mores, where the laughter echoes, and where the crisp air reminds us of God’s abundant gifts. These adventures anchor us, and in quieter seasons, they fill us with hope for what’s to come.
At home, our days are just as full. Crafting, baking, whipping up dishes that demand the expertise of five taste testers. The games we play are a bit unconventional—Restaurant, The Ogre, or donkey rides courtesy of Mom or Dad, usually ending in tickle wars. I love peeking into these moments, grabbing my phone to quietly snap the joy unfolding. Later, we’ll gather around to scroll through old photos and play “Is this Samara or Millie?” These moments, frozen in time, mean everything to me. They’re how we cherish the past and carry it with us into the future.
Date nights are sacred around here. For Andrew and me, they’re more than just time away—they’re an anchor. We go by what we feel we need: maybe it’s a zip line adventure or bouncing around at a trampoline park because parents deserve to tap into that inner child too. Or maybe it’s something quieter—fishing on the water, watching stars from the back of his truck while devouring pizza, or a cozy movie night at home with charcuterie and wine after the girls are in bed. Sometimes, it’s a reason to dress up and head downtown for a fancy dinner.
Whatever the plan, date nights remind us of how deeply we love each other and how far Jesus has brought us—from there to here. The health of Mom and Dad isn’t just important; it’s foundational. When we pour into our marriage, we’re also pouring into our family, creating a love and connection that spills over into every part of our lives together.
Back to why you’re here—I’ve been chasing memories with a camera since I was 12. A little Fujifilm point-and-shoot started it all. I played, learned, and fell in love with photography while being head-over-heels for artists like Brooke Shaden. By the time I got my Nikon D3500, I was knee-deep in artistic portraiture of friends and anything else I could document. Then life grew—holidays, lake days, motherhood—and my lens grew with it. My Canon R6 is my forever tool now, born out of a love for documenting the real, raw moments and a nudge from my husband, who said, “You love this. Make it a business.”
And so I did, two years ago. But the heart of my work hasn’t changed. It’s about moments, not perfection. It’s about feelings, not poses. I believe God gave me this eye and heart to see and preserve the beauty of what is. Not polished—authentic. I’m here to capture soul-stirring stories, in all seasons of life.
Let’s make memories together.
