On a quiet winter morning in Charlotte, watching birds move through snow and ice became an unexpected reminder that even in uncertain moments, resilience still sings.

A lovely reminder—from my journalist daughter—that em dashes matter. Noted.

Adult friendships ask us to keep paying attention: to ourselves, to one another, and to the ways we change over time. Sometimes growth begins not with a conversation, but with noticing what truly uplifts us, being honest about what doesn’t, and choosing differently from there.

We took our time with this one, and loved every minute of the wait. Some news just hits better when the timing’s right!

Today, I stood along the path of the Walk for Peace in Fort Mill and let my camera do what words cannot always manage.

Each step felt like a quiet offering. Each face carried both weight and hope. I didn’t come to explain or interpret what I saw, only to witness it.

Today, my Edit is not commentary, it is about presence.

May these images speak in the language they know best.

A reflection on the Ole Miss Rebels season, the courage in showing up, and the quiet truth that progress doesn’t have to be loud to be real on the field, behind the camera, or in life.

A New Orleanians reflection on Twelfth Night, Carnival’s beginning, and a season of color, celebration, and coming home.

A note on slowing down, noticing the little things, and finding meaning in moments that don’t ask for much at all.

A January reflection on choosing less, slowing down, and entering the new year with fearlessness.

A quiet morning in Charleston led to Petit Merci-a French-inspired neighborhood market and café discovered slowly, with charm, warmth, and just enough surprise.

A holiday escape to Charleston-a change of scenery, a choice for presence, and a reminder that tradition moves with the people you love.

A heartfelt Christmas wish to you all.

Between cards and branches, a year reveals itself, hung with care.

The moment creativity asks for more-and why the thrill still wins.

Between a few yeses and a camera always within reach, becoming has started to feel real.

I’ve taken thousands of pictures across countries, cameras, mistakes, edits, and learning curves. I’ve cringed, celebrated, tried again, and grown. And now? Someone is paying me to do something I truly love. So yes-this old girl is celebrating. Champagne poured, bubbles rising, ears still ringing from the shutter click.

Here’s to the first paid job-and to all the beautiful edits ahead.

A curated look at the moments, choices, and stories that evolve with us.

A soft landing place for the stories behind my photos and the moments shaping my life. Life, Edited begins in the in-between-where gratitude, growth, and a little photographic sparkle all meet.