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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 He asked me why I called Zoey , ‘my girl’ ? I said, well, she’s my best friend. He said, but Hippie, I thought I was your best friend ?  #kidvibesarethebestvibes . Possessions make you rich? I dont have that type of richness. My richness is life, forever. {Bob Marley}  You probably can’t hear the choir, but I definitely do, singing Hallelujah !I’m pleased to complete my year this week and am delivering the last of prints this weekend. So much gratitude to so many of you for a creatively blessed year! Now, I just have to tell you once again how good my God is and how He truly knows my (and your) heart. His word says He begins answering the moment we pray. Which is funny that we wait as though answers will arrive suddenly or spontaneously or not at all even, not realizing He’s weaving as we go about living and waiting and wishing and hurting and complaining and yada yada yada. I have lived not always seeing and lately not understanding how He does this weaving of our lives. But today, today I see. I smiled when a memory popped up on FB where I wrote to my kids 7 yrs ago, jokingly but not, I was going to buy a camper, go to a deserted place, and we’d have Christmas there. A camp Christmas. Well, guess what? Seven years later and with little intention on my part.. here I am preparing camp for Christmas! Here’s what I want you to know. His ways are not our ways! His way {will} carry you {through} suffering. No one’s exempt who follows this way. The forms will all be different, yet none comparable to that of Christ’s suffering for mankind. You {need} to know this to maintain hope. But don’t you dare doubt He’s working for your good if You Love Him and allow Him. So here with an incredibly humbled heart, I testify, for His glory. . Happy Christmas ... Peace, friends  You are... a light for those who are in the dark. Romans 2:19
 The smoke of burning cedar is said to attract the good spirits and eliminate negative energies. The cedar is also one of the four sacred plants of the indigenous American Medicine Wheel and represents the Southern direction.  ... It’s been a beautiful foggy morning on the water. I woke up the same way I’ve been dozing off of late, smiling and peaceful and grateful. In my heart, the desert has become the land of milk and honey. Moving into a New Year found me inspired this morning . So, I jumped out of bed, slid into my slippers, went out and snipped the closest cedar. After a few days of hanging, I’m clearing the air and opening the way to receive more of the Good Spirit- when I look around me at Gods providence, I feel excited and curious and sure. I decided those are my words for 2019. #diaryofahippie ©️ ❤️locally handmade cuff by @dirtincluded  Just kidding about the little guy, with two happy little grandsons of my own, I adore the energy and total lack of pretense in front of the camera! I really enjoyed adventuring out with them all
 We’ve road miles on the golf cart, kept our fire going 4 days, climbed, ‘swang’, watched every cartoon ever , ate candy, and played with Christmas toys non stop. I love him. He sings a lot and has big gigantic ideas of stuff to do . Im so tired tho  I got your number, cucumber  How to tame a beautiful red headed 3 year old FULL of life
 I’ll plant my Holly tree here in the woods as a remembrance .  . A Christmas Poem Mary Oliver . Says a country legend told every year: Go to the barn on Christmas Eve and see what the creatures do as that long night tips over. Down on their knees they will go, the fire of an old memory whistling through their minds! [So] I went. Wrapped to my eyes against the cold I creaked back the barn door and peered in. From town the church bells spilled their midnight music, and the beasts listened – yet they lay in their stalls like stone. Oh the heretics! Not to remember Bethlehem, or the star as bright as a sun, or the child born on a bed of straw! To know only of the dissolving Now! Still they drowsed on – citizens of the pure, the physical world, they loomed in the dark: powerful of body, peaceful of mind, innocent of history. Brothers! I whispered. It is Christmas! And you are no heretics, but a miracle, immaculate still as when you thundered forth on the morning of creation! As for Bethlehem, that blazing star still sailed the dark, but only looked for me. Caught in its light, listening again to its story, I curled against some sleepy beast, who nuzzled my hair as though I were a child, and warmed me the best it could all night.   I know there will be lots of joy in her home Christmas morning!!That tiny tongue though  #babysfirstchristmas
 Truly he taught us to love one another; His law is love and his gospel is peace. . May your day be merry, friends, ✌  Erica said she had baby two syndrome . You know, when you don’t go for milestone photographs with baby two like you did with the first one. Mamas, that’s okay. The absolute best time (in my opinion)to schedule photographs is 6-7 months when they are stable in sitting on their own, their eyes have changed from their birth color settling on their permanent shade, and their senses are developed to all those close to them . I’ve found when I look back at my own children, this is the baby age I remember most

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