I loved bringing a disposable camera with me on adventures, excitedly dropping off the film to be developed in an hour — imperfect and grainy snapshots of time. I could spend hours sifting through my grandma’s dozens of photo boxes, reminiscing on moments I was too young to remember and even ones before my existence. I would admire the photos, noticing all the details, like the outdated clothes, smiles on my loved one’s faces, or the decor on the walls behind them. Stories and moments that could’ve been forgotten, but instead live on.

When I became a mom I fell in love with immortalizing my daughter’s milestones and moments — the first trip to the apple barn, seeing the ocean for the first time, blowing out 1 more candle each year. I quickly fell in love with documenting moments for other’s, too. I see the world through rose colored glasses and hold value in the small moments just as much as the significant milestones, and I am absolutely grateful for every single story that I have the honor of capturing.

My love for photography began growing up in the 90s, back when photos were evidence of life, the result of fully living in the moment.

I'M KRYSTA!