The Meza tribe | Austin, TX

Good gravy, it's been four years, you guys!  I've watched you bring new life into the world and face rough situations with utter grace. You are all so creative, full of wisdom, and strength. I'm so proud to be your friend and photographer. Friendtographer:) Ahh ya, just made that up. Boom:)
Love you guys! xoxo


I work with the most generous, wonderful company, in the world ( and had the privilege of traveling to Italy, for work, last year. 

Travel makes my heart ache (the good kind) more than any other thing.


This. little. Wandering | O'Fallon Park

If you don't already follow this family on Intsagram you are missing out. Kayla's posts are always so artful and serene. They are embarking on a a huge adventure soon, living, full time, in a renovated school bus. I love when I see people doing life differently. You have to be brave, and gutsy, and heart-following people do this kind of thing and I'm looking forward to seeing them thrive in this new life.


If you want to follow them on their journey get on the Instabus below.

this beautiful couple and a letter to my husband

I had the most lovely couple's session last night, despite it being almost dark and kind of rainy. This is Gracie and Jonathan. They have been together 4.5 months and are magical to be around. They are fun, and smart, and seriously seem like they have been together way longer. Oh, ya, and they are crazy GORGEOUS.

As I edit these images I am drawn back to the first years with my husband and its making me teary and want to communicate all the things. Sooooo, it's about to get REAL personal up in here...You have been warned.

Dear Rye,

I'm remembering us.

The late night bike rides, through Pasadena, to buy donuts and rent movies at Blockbuster.

Our fire, our naivety.

The way we kissed, as if it were our last.

When we didn't know anything about loss, or pain, or debt, or spending the day getting an MRI for our son.

When we spent long road trips talking about visions and ideas that no one would dare extinguish. 

And we laughed. We laughed a lot. About stupid shit. But, it was healing and kept us in a place of hope.

As I write this, our son is running around in circles whilst proceeding to fart on me and I've been interrupted about one gillion times by our daughter who needs help with a sewing craft gone dramatically wrong.

Hiiii reality.

Despite the many years of almost giving up, the hurtful things we have said to each other, the pain we have caused one another, my love is more fierce for you than ever before. All the struggle and heartbreak has allowed a relentless beauty to break through, that we could have never known otherwise. I am crazy proud of you and of us.

xoxo, Raine

a song of the open road

"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, 
Healthy, free, the world before me, 
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. 
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, 
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, 
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, 
Strong and content I travel the open road...."
"The earth, that is sufficient, 
I do not want the constellations any nearer, 
I know they are very well where they are, 
I know they suffice for those who belong to them. 
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens, 
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go, 
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them, 
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.) "

- Walt Whitman