This collection was borne of a tumultuous time when, on the heels of the birth of my first son, my father lost his long-fought battle with cancer. Unbeknownst to me, I had recently conceived my second son and was carrying him with me.
Becoming a mother lit a fire under me, heightening the need and desire to leave my mark, which explains why this collection was charged with an almost manic appetite for shooting. Taking friends as subjects, I traveled to the Boneyard, a deserted beach on a largely uninhabited island off the coast of Georgia, to Ossabaw Island where the trees slowly erode into the sea. Those images would become my visual diary from a time when death and birth collided head-on.