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Being a family photographer during the beginning of the year is kind-of the best worst thing in the world. Every year, my thought process goes a little something like this:

January 2 … “Oh my gosh I have so much time! I’m going to get SO much done! 

You didn’t think I spent a week in Belize with a 9-month-old and his mother without photographing him every day, did you?? Good, because that is definitely not what happened.

It seemed like everyone we met in Belize was affected by the sugar industry. The reach of a simple crop is absolutely pervasive in the country.

We spoke with land owners, farmers, association leaders, laborers, truck drivers, mill workers, and more.

My friend Kendyl and I had been talking for months about where our next adventure would be. I went with her to Myanmar two summers ago, to photograph for her nonprofit, NomoGaia. She does human rights assessments all over the world, helping companies and organizations understand human rights and uphold better practices.

Exactly one year ago, I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror, mascara wand in hand. My cell phone rang, a call from my oldest sister. She sounded panicky when I answered, and quickly delivered the news that our grandmother had a massive stroke the evening before. 

When I first moved to Denver five years ago, I started an internship at Wish of a Lifetime. It is a nonprofit dedicated to celebrating the oldest generation by granting wishes to seniors. Within a few weeks of starting there, the internship turned into a job and I work there for almost two years.