I’m Rachel–human, artist, curious soul. My pronouns are she and/or they, please and thank you.

I say y’all a lot. It started a bit ironically and is now permanently embedded in my vocabulary. I like it because y’all means all and all means everyone. I want you to know that everyone is welcome here. And please–come as you are.

Y’all probably know that I am a destination wedding, elopement, lifestyle and editorial photographer based in Oklahoma City, OK and wherever else you wanna bring me to make my life better (and help me continue to spoil my dogs and fund my tamale habit). If you have a story you want told in a way that is meaningful, genuine, and beautiful, I don’t want to miss it. 

When I’m not on the job, you can likely find me at my home wishing I was French, learning French (ça ne va pas très bien… j’ai dû utiliser google translate pour ça), thrifting for French-inspired wardrobe pieces (amongst other things), bothering my dogs with my love, or daydreaming about God knows what. I’m also a big fan of having game nights, treasure-hunting at estate sales, farmer’s markets, the thrift shop, garage sales, planning out my next dinner party, listening to a song on this playlist, wishing I was in a very low key jazz band, just-for-fun co-ed softball league, and/or a very hilarious but humble about it improv team, and letting my mind run wild about upcoming adventures. 

I love the sound of laughter (joy, unleashed!) and would gladly live the rest of my days only making other people laugh, but I haven’t tried to make any money that way yet (plus, I am afraid of what Hollywood would do to me).

I could probably eat some variation of Mexican food for any/every meal. I think my blood might actually be salsa? Other days it is A1 steaksauce. Some days it is iced coffee. And then, when I wanna feel fancy, I’ll consume so much sparkling lemonade that my entire body turns into it. There are many types of people I think I want to be, and many different places in the world I would love to explore, and many lives by which I feel buried under the weight of not living. Connecting with many different types of people through art has given me the greatest sense of fulfillment. People are remarkable. To be in community with them is such a gift.

I’m thankful for so much music and slow mornings and wit and therapy, and for my two pups, Ira and Poppy, who provide their own sort of therapy to me as well. I’m also grateful for writing in that sense and for playing with plants/flowers, too–feeling the earth. And strolling through nature and sitting too long in the bathtub and making way too many lists.

I’m an absolute sucker for people who make me laugh, lavender or grapefruit scented everything (and also smelling like campfire), the Great Outdoors, a nice margarita or Tom Collins, fresh flowers, freckles, sunshine, spicy food, hand-written letters, live music, Kate McKinnon, and looking for all the gorgeous stuff happening around me. I’m so damn grateful to be here.

(FYI/If you’re into this: I’m an INFP, Chaotic Good Energy (this is my own assessment), Enneagram 4w3, but have also tested twice recently for the first time in years and tested as a 7 both times with a 4 closely following??? So really…who knows.)