I get lost on purpose.

Where I’m completely absorbed by things, the small things, the things that is not on any itinerary. I am always joyfully distracted by the world.

I came to photography through my father, examining his cameras, his loose film strips, his volume of albums of the world he saw. This left an impression that still carries me today, that beauty that is not in obvious places. Beauty lives in a Moroccan cat enjoying fish heads under the generous care of neighbors, to relishing the magical sunrises that make you grateful for the day and reminds you that it is nature’s fleeting paintings.

My camera is not a recorder but a permission to stare. A permission to stay longer than is polite because it is worth a frame.

I pursue color, the saturated and the subtle, when a location’s palette tells you something its postcards never could. I seek scenes that set a mood and come alive. I want my work to make you feel the heat of a desert before you see the dune, to taste the salt before you encounter the sea.

I am self-taught with no gallery affiliation, no institutional credential. I am obsessed with light, with color, with the unrepeatable moments. Nothing makes me more happy than wandering through the deserts, coastlines, forests, markets, city streets, and everywhere I find that the world is more surprising than most people stop long enough to notice.

I don't just photograph places. I photograph the feeling of being in them. And to me that feeling is the only thing worth photographing.

Jeannie | Beauty In Aperture | @beautyinaperture