
Tunnel Springs is one of my favorite locations in northern Utah because of its rolling hills and open views, perfect for golden evening light. But! If you’ve ever photographed at Tunnel Springs, you know: whatever the wind is doing everywhere else, it will be doing double there. Long hair, flowing dresses, and perfectly styled curls don’t stand much of a chance.
Despite the gusts, this session turned out to be one of my favorites. The Chandler family are dear friends of mine, and their genuine love for each other shines through each image. Their children were sweet, playful, and completely themselves. Those authentic interactions—the giggles, hugs, and quiet moments between siblings—are what make family photographs truly timeless.
One thing I noticed throughout the session was how quick the second-youngest was to look after her brother, even sharing her jacket when he was cold. Both parents had such a calm, joyful presence. They didn't seem to stress about getting the "perfect" photo. They simply loved on their children, and that's why these images feel so genuine. Those little acts of kindness are the kinds of memories I hope these photos preserve.
As the wind continued to pick up, we found shelter beneath a giant Russian olive tree protected by the tall grasses. The light was fading, but sometimes those last few minutes create a little magic.
There, away from the wind, we captured sweet moments between a mother and her children that are authentic and emotional. While I've always loved creating bright, beautiful portraits, I've recently found myself drawn more and more to storytelling through my photography. Some of my favorite images from this session are the family reading together in the soft evening light, the wind in their hair, the youngest child wrapped up in a blanket by his parents, and the sisters gathered around the glowing light under a tree to escape the wind. I hope these photographs communicate who this family is, their personalities, love for one another, and this beautiful season of their lives.































