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.

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 lean close 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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 *peeks out - Is January gone yet? A few more days? Good. Good . Good. I don’t do January well. I hibernate just fine but creatively I implode. I’m ready to move along now! So, because ....... I ❤️ seniors , for Valentines I’m offering smaller sessions for any {Class of 2020} seniors who would like to capture this time before you grab that diploma in May and move on! DM me for details!  Molting is the process of a bird shedding old, worn feathers to replace them with fresh plumage. I didnt dare move that little old shedded feather nor add it to my feather finds to keep though metaphorically {it moved me} . Happy New Year  #shedtheoldbringinthenew
 I am like a supersaturated cloud, showering Peace into the pool of your mind. - Jesus  #morning #lovenotes  I probably wouldn’t be in Kansas anymore if it weren’t for friends who thought of us campers. I should get a weather radio seriously. Anyway, we took shelter this morning and are safe. This cave is 1/2 way between me and the camp fall out shelter. The little guy brought it to my attention. So now, if ever I wait too long to make it to the shelter like I almost did during the hurricane, this is where I’ll be  #lookforme #camplife
 She and I drove through the dense fog in the wee hours of the nite dodging deer 🦌 with the VW and arrived at Hartsfield Jackson at 5 am. A Delta lady waved us over. She, I’m sure, being trained to spot the trepidation in travelers. She wore a diamond cross and was fresh to greet the morning. Where are you headed, she asked. Vermont, we replied , after the restroom first please. Those, we now know , are being cleaned at 5 am. All of them. All at once. As the attendant mops her way out the open door, a stream of suitcases and ladies in wait lay marks over the dampness of the morning floor. The Delta lady , like an appointed angel, reassuringly says ‘He’ is with you and remember, there to help’. As she covertly spoke her faith, I saw dew like sparkles in her eyes and the diamond cross below her knowing smile refracted a gold light. She, then, pointed @crickypate north towards the gate that would show one a glimpse of heavens bottom layer, which indeed would provoke emotions and tears as incredible natural beauty will often do. I once, myself, stood at Glacier Point, Yosemite and became overcome with the raw beauty before me. It’s not controllable, this type of emotion. The check in point floor, too, now has its puddles. I couldn’t help but ponder how many tears that floor at the point of good bye has absorbed. How many mopped away at the end of the day? We hugged and prayed and cried then she rolled off and around the corner, confident, not glancing back. This morning she sent me a video. I cried with pure joy, even thousands of miles away. ☃️ We think...God, when you part the water, I’ll go. God says, “Go and I’ll part the water”. #soulotravel ✈️ #diaryofahippie©️  Currently sitting with about 600 images in front of me. Sifting some faves and releasing them into the universe today in whatever random order they move me. It’s not easy in multiple family sessions to spread the attention I like to give each individual. Group photos are group photos. I crave connection and all the feels . I love coaxing authenticity out of folks one by one, two by two. There’s just never enough time with a group to do this at the depth I’d much prefer. I beat myself up afterwards for missed opportunities but then I remind myself of our purpose in gathering family was the gathering itself. Seriously, I could have spent a couple hours with each of their family members, so much love and connection among them!
 Yesterday we discovered these gigantic rocks. Early this morning, we found a different one. I kid you not.   Give me all the people in forest green
 Here’s what I’ve learned while living in the woods among a small community where it often seems there’s not a lot of opportunity to make a major impact in this world, and that is this...I’m not chosen ((to do)) anything. I’m chosen to be ready and prepared . Solid in spirit, able to give reasons for my hope and the hope of the world. The quiet woods provide a temple for preparation. Of course, I hardly feel confident as I should that this is really The Way I should live. Sometimes I spend too much time worried that jumping off the ‘more train’ and living with less of everything isn’t good enough according to whoever or whatever. That’s when I go for a walk in the temple and breathe, recenter, and remember. Stillness is a blessed stance. . Tonight, just before Bo went to sleep, he asked me, “Hippie, are you rich?” As I began to formulate a truthful response, he softly said , “ you seem rich to me”. . I’ve learned God works nothing like we think. I’m thankful tonite for these years of quiet woods and camping where simple living and sunsets make one rich. And for the little children who see what we cant always see. Hallelujah. Amen.  I feel a lot of joy tonight from having shared all my good spots on the river with @rustycagedesigns and family! I walk these banks so much, always noticing this good spot and that good spot. Makes me smile looking at my friend sitting right there!

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