About

Hello, I’m Paige…

I’m embracing my new season of life as a grandmother to Bowen and Brady. They call me ‘Hippie’ and I love the days I spend with them.  Recently I’ve been transitioning into my dream life of travel and living in my RV. It hasn’t come without a cost though and valuable lessons about human nature. I’ve endured suffering at the hands of another and am a testament of God’s mighty works. These times of trial inch me ever so closer to the person God created me to be and I give thanks and all praises for His providence.

I’m inspired by all things natural and free. Simple things like my grandma’s handmade quilts and walks in the woods are my keys to peace and happiness. I have this hippie nature and haven’t discovered exactly where in my family line I may have inherited this although born into the sixties, I likely found much influence frequently running behind my teenage siblings.  I’m inspired by my Indian heritage in many ways  thus the long braids which continue to grow at a phenomenal rate just like that of my late grandmother who wore her hair in braids well into her nineties. She was very much a quiet spirit spending her days gardening and sitting on her porch with bible in hand. I think of her most often and allow those memories to influence my way of living. I love the woods and forests. I love hiking, traveling, camping and music festivals. I like loose people with good vibes. And most of all, I love the Lord, who has gifted me with an abundance of creativity.

I’m amazed at creation and enjoy shooting in natural locations where I often ask my clients to dance and whisper, maybe a little toe rubbing and to just love on one another . To just be, to engage one another and to cast aside the thought of a so called session.  Instead we find ourselves enjoying a delightful snippet of life together. And from those moments comes authenticity. My sessions are often an adventure for many and at the end of the day we leave one another spent physically and with newfound friendship. These type days always make me feel life a little deeper and give me a fresh sense of God’s purpose in my life.

It’s my joy and honor to capture that with you and yours.

Paige

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 tiny beautiful things.tiny beautiful things.tiny beautiful things. good pure true . think on these things  I was at my friend, Mrs Grace’s house today and we agreed that the hurricane had changed us - had changed people. It wasn’t the first conversation I’ve had about that. Someone said to me, everyone had experienced some amount of trauma. But also, and most interestingly, I heard these type disasters are an awakening experience for many. We realize our fragility, our real lack of control, and what our foundations are made of. Anyway, I loved seeing this orange tree at her house, surrounded by downed pines, it made me feel happy and hopeful. I still can’t figure out what day or time it is, the last month like a time warp here in the woods where cleanup has been steady for 28 days. But according to this orange tree, everything is right on time . There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.
 A clothes line was a news forecast, to neighbours passing by. There were no secrets you could keep, when clothes were hung to dry. It also was a friendly link, for neighbours always knew, If company had stopped on by, to spend a night or two. For then you'd see the fancy sheets and towels upon the line; You'd see the company tablecloths, with intricate design. The line announced a baby's birth, to folks who lived inside, As brand new infant clothes, were hung so carefully with pride. The ages of the children, could so readily be known By watching how the sizes changed, you'd know how much they'd grown. It also told when illness struck, as extra sheets were hung; Then night-clothes, and a bathrobe too, haphazardly were strung. It said "Gone on vacation now", when lines hung limp and bare. It told "We're back!" when full lines sagged, with not an inch to spare. But clotheslines now are of the past, for dryers make work less, Now what goes on inside a home, is anybodies guess. I really miss that way of life; it was a friendly sign, When neighbours knew each other best, by what was on the line.☺️  Beautiful beautiful time of year to take a special evening out together to remember what’s most important! The last few days the sunset has been extra phenomenal - message me if you’re interested in sharing one in November
 This tribe got a new barn but the humans christened it 🤷‍♀️ #animalrights #barnwedding  I went out for the afternoon with their family and quickly became smitten with these little forest nymphs  love love this age - so natural, in the moment , and authentically themselves. So glad mama decided this time was important to remember
 Happy honeymooning to my friends, Jessica & Lawson! Wishing these two a refreshing, peaceful mountain adventure because wedding planning is busy enough let alone the scramble of venue property recovery for 30 days post hurricane/pre-wedding . Go Breeeeeathe now   How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much. Mary Oliver
 I was his mama’s friend when she was pregnant with him. I still am. Tomorrow we’re gathering at the barn to witness their holy matrimony. She has nine bridesmaids. I have visions and sure hope the goat cooperates   Mindful by Mary Oliver Every Day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It is what I was born for— to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world— to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant— but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these— the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?

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