Love is captivating, freeing, and exciting. I capture images that reflect the personality, dynamic, and emotion of each couple. My desire for authenticity catapults me to seek after the genuine smiles, the truthful tears, and the whimsical expression of love in every frame.
Here is a collection of miscellaneous wedding photos and bridal portraits over the years!
Everybody loves love! It's captivating, freeing, and exciting. I capture images that reflect the personality, dynamic, and emotion of each couple. My desire for authenticity catapults me to seek after the genuine smiles, the truthful tears, and the whimsical expression of love in every frame.
A day in the life:
Newborn + Maternity
Moriah Rush Miller - 8lbs and 10 ounces - October 24, 2016
I absolutely adore this brand new mama! Abigail is like one of those rare shells you find way out in the deep parts of the ocean. For the years that I've known her, I have found her to be uniquely gentle and gracious, ever hungry for Yahweh, patient and enduring with those who don't yet know Him, and always in pursuit of what is true. She and her husband Adam named their new daughter Moriah, מוריה which means "seen by YHWH."
I really believe the love and affection already spilling over for this little one from Abby and Adam's hearts will be the greatest catalyst for Moriah to realize the reality of her name...that she is seen and known by Yahweh, the Living God, who knit her together in Abby's womb, who will see her, know her, and pursue her for all of her days... and I pray she will do the same for Him. And change the world while she's at it!! I love the Miller family! So honored to document the start of their new world!
In the depths of the jungles, under the shadow of the clouds, just around the river bend, dwell human beings. Human beings with souls who are precious to the heart of God. People wandering, wondering, and waiting; people for whom Christ died.
It was the 1970's. Four adventurous young men from an organization called “New Tribes Missions” trekked into the deep, dark jungles between the Guaviare and Inírida rivers in south-east Colombia. There were rumors of an unreached tribe located somewhere beyond the trees, and they set out to find them.
After miles of walking into the unknown, the four men began to hear a sounds that were written off as animals or birds. But as the sounds grew closer, the men began to realize they were surrounded by a group of the Nukak people hidden behind the tall trees.
The four men began to sprint back from which they came as fast as their legs could carry them. Should they reach the Guaviare river, they would be safe and out of the Nukak territory. Suddenly, one of the four, Danny, was shot in the neck with the Nukak’s weapon of choice: the blow dart. These blow darts are not to be messed with. They are long, fast, and deadly. Miraculously, Danny was not killed. He and the other men made it out alive and began making preparations to find other avenues to reach the Nukak.
After a few years, the men from NTM began to build trust with the Nukak and many spent years living among these fascinating people who once chased them out of their jungle. They began learning the culture and language of the Nukak, as well as cultivating an unlikely friendship. Danny, (the aforementioned blow dart man) actually ended up spending many years living among the Nukak with his wife. They are very loved by the entire tribe, even to this day.
The Nukak are nomadic, hunter-gatherers who fought hard to stay alive despite the many tragedies and hardships that come to their people over the decades. They faced disease, death, and have come close to extinction. They faced exile from their land due to the drug cartel. Armed and dangerous guerrillas overrun and occupy the jungle they call home.
I had the honor of meeting the Nukak in March 2016. It was one of the most powerful experiences I have ever had in my life. Seeing a group of people so far different from anything I had ever known was beautiful to me. Although few people on the entire planet know their unwritten language and it was impossible for me to communicate with them with words, I loved them immediately.
The day we arrived in the village, we heard that a young Nukak man died earlier that morning. Many Nukak choose to poison themselves with the poison they use in the blow darts. They do this if they face rejection, disappointment, or if they had a fight with a friend or relative. They view death in a very interesting way, as they do many things. I will be diving deeper into the numerous aspects of the Nukak culture in my blog.
During my stay in Colombia, I was able to document numerous stories from missionaries who have been living among the Nukak. Some of these missionaries have been there for just a few years, and some for decades. Hour after hour, we listened to their stories of faith, courage, hardship, and victory. They have been giving their time, money, and very lives to learn the Nukak’s language and culture so they might effectively and clearly share the Gospel with these people they have grown to deeply love and care for.
Old film photos from the missionary's first few years of contact.
Old film photos from the missionary's first few years of contact. (amazing hat, amiright??!)
The UK will always own a piece of my heart. Although I do not possess a British passport, it is my second home. Many formative seasons of my life were spent in this beautiful, historical land.
Experiencing the United Kingdom never fails to leave me in awe. I find it difficult to grow weary of the history of the country, the vast, sheep-filled fields, the breathtaking mountains, the mysterious seas, the winding roads, the ancient ruins, and much much more. If you are interested in visiting the UK, you should. :)
“This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea.” ― William Shakespeare
In September of 2016, I took a trip to Malawi Africa. I went with a large group to Esther's House. Esther's House is a place where orphans and widows can come to find safety and provision. Their mission is simple: "to provide a safe place for children and adults in need to come and find care, food and the love of Jesus."
We spent nearly two beautiful weeks in Malawi. You can read more the experience in my blog.
The last set of these images were taken in Zambia, December 2010.
I wrote the following after stepping foot on African soil for the very first time!
"I just spent two weeks in the beautiful country of Zambia loving on precious kiddos, visiting a leper colony, taking Christmas presents to kids who play with tires and trash as their toys, sharing the love of Christ, and having MY life and perspective completely changed. I'm so thankful for such an amazing experience and for all the memories that flood my mind when I now look at these pictures. I hope these photos will impact you in some way... especially as the Christmas season is upon us. Its so easy to get caught up in our own little worlds and pretend like all the poverty, injustice, disease, and darkness in the world ceases to exist... but that day hasn't come yet. Rescue is coming. Be praying for these faces please. you may not know them, but God does. He knows every hair on their heads. He will not forsake them. Isaiah 41:17 "They will know us by our love."'
I spent three months in Brazil during the summer of 2014 working with Lionsraw.
Lionsraw is "a global movement of football fans from all backgrounds who share a passion for the beautiful game and for creating chances for change locally and globally". They exist to "engage with any fans, regardless of sex, race, faith or colour. We simply want to work with people who want to make a difference in the lives of others."
My time in the beautiful country of Brazil entailed documenting numerous projects and World Cup volunteer teams throughout Curitiba, Brazil and periodically writing for Lionsraw.
In July of 2014, fans from all four corners of the earth flocked to Copacabana beach to join the FIFA fan fest. For hundreds of thousand people, t was a trip of a lifetime to watch the World Cup Final in Rio De Janeiro. Argentines and Germans were prevalent in the crowd; violently cheering their home teams to a hopeful victory.
Hundreds of thousands of shouting fans, as well as an army of policeman could be seen from every vantage point.
I spotted a goal post lodged in the sand nearby. My friends and I pushed through the crowd to get closer to the post. They hoisted me up to catch a better glimpse of the beach. Parallel to me sat a raging Argentine waving his flag with passion. From my new viewpoint, I observed an ocean of chaotic fans effortlessly muting the nearby crashing waves of the Atlantic. Drums, dancing, and cheering engulfed the open air. Mania is the best way to describe the atmosphere.
I jumped down from the goal post and took my place standing in the crowd. A few inches from me, I noticed a girl around 15 years old, held tightly and uncomfortably by a man twice her age. He would not let her out of his sight. His friends stood next to him with their own young girls. I made eye contact with one of them. There was such pain in her eyes. I sensed she was trapped in a living prison.
I reached in my backpack and pulled out a piece of paper from my tiny Moleskin to write a note of encouragement to her in English. I wrote to her about the Living One who has transformed my life. He lives to bring freedom and Life, and I wanted her to know the truth.
While the man attached to her arm became distracted by one of his friends, I slipped her the note as subtly as possible. The look in her eyes as she will stick in my memory for the rest of my life.
After hours of anticipation, it became clear to the crowd that the Germany national football team would be dubbed the 2014 "World Cup Champions." One might easily say they had the time of their life that day on Copacabana Beach. (Especially if you are from Germany).
My friend, (and Brazilian native) Robert Penha timely and instinctively whispered to me, "make sure you have everything, Hannah. We need to get out of here right now." Milliseconds later, a riot broke out inches from my feet. Punches as well as drinks were thrown from angry, emotional fans. My friends and I bolted from the scene. To my right, I could see The Copacabana Palace Hotel. To the left I saw blurry street vendors selling coconuts, ice cream, pipoca, and kebabs as we sprinted for blocks and blocks to our guest house. We hopped on and off of subways, and continued to run.
After what felt like hours of taking after the likes of Forrest Gump, we made it to our home base. Our hosts were outside preparing a delicious churrascoon the deck overlooking Pão der Açúca. We lingered until the late hours of the night, filling our bellies with delicious food and (of course) Guareña until our eye lids began to grow heavy.
It was certainly a day for the books.
Samaritan's Feet partnered with us to wash feet and provide shoes for Brazilian children and families.