Every Gangsta Needs Their Home

We’ve been married for 15 years — first loves, still best friends. And I’ve learned just how rare that is, especially after spending years in this industry documenting love stories of all kinds. He’s my steady in the chaos, my behind-the-scenes MVP, and the reason I offer first responder discounts — though we keep the details of his career private out of respect for our marriage and the life we’ve built.

He’s the kind of man who carries my gear, reminds me to eat, reads the map when we’re out in the middle of nowhere, and somehow always keeps me grounded when I’m pulled in a million directions. His support is a huge reason I’m able to pour so much into my clients — because I know someone’s always got my back.

He’s also the reason I named my business
Yosemite’s Golden Photography.
Yosemite has always been our place — a reset button, a sacred escape from the noise, and a reminder of what truly matters. The “golden” part? That’s the light we’d chase on those trips together. The kind of light that makes everything feel softer, more honest, and more alive. Just like him, really.

We’ve built a life rooted in intention, loyalty, and just the right amount of chaos. If there’s one thing I’ve learned after all these years, it’s this: don’t go to bed mad. Say what needs to be said. Be honest. Be transparent.

Or — real talk — find someone who was loved properly as a kid, and use all the dysfunction you witnessed growing up as a blueprint of what not to do. That combo? It’s healing, hilarious, and oddly effective.

Love takes effort. It’s not always easy, but it’s worth it. That’s why I do what I do — to capture the kind of love that lasts, the kind that fights for itself, and the kind that’s real.

Because at the end of the day, every gangster needs their home. The truth is, people who live with intensity — who are strong, independent, and fiery — don’t want more chaos. They want peace, safety, and someone who’ll ride with them through all of it. That’s what we are for each other.