I started Ordinary Haunting on July 21st, 2026. I had been looking for a reason to get up every morning; some time that belonged to only me in the midst of the business of life. I considered what I wished I had more time for, and the answer was simple: Photography. I've always been interested in photography, a curiosity, in a sense. Over the past, I have had many point and shoot cameras, but honestly never realized - or even gave it much thought - how complicated photography

August 2026 is drawing to a close and I don't know where the month has gone. It's been busy - between working, traveling for work, and waking up at 5 a.m. Which is still crazy for me to think about. I've never been a morning person. Five a.m. gives me two hours of myself. Time to be alone; going where I want, silencing my phone, pretending responsibility doesn't exist, and doing what I love. ...with blaring music and strong coffee to keep me conscious. Because 5 a.m. is a stu

I am always watching for photo opportunities, but I wasn't looking for graffiti. 🤘 Loud black letters stretched across the car, outlined in pink. Then, the hearts. "We Hate You" and "Fuck Love." 🤘 It's an odd thing to package anger inside symbols we usually reserve for affection. Contradictions like that are easy to walk past. 🤘 They're harder to forget once you've seen them.

Proof that Someone Was Here Nature... is taking... Over.

The first 11 days of Ordinary Haunting finished out the month of July. Here are my favorites for July.

Natural Chaos Sometimes breakdown is beautiful. As symbols of abandonment are reclaimed by nature. Speckled Corrosion Vintage Pepsi

I didn’t start dragging myself out of bed at 5:15 a.m. because I suddenly became a morning person or because I enjoy hearing the alarm. I started because I realized there was a version of the city that existed only before everyone else woke up. It was quieter. Stranger. I wasn’t a nurse practitioner, a daughter, or responsible for solving other people’s problems. I was just a photographer driving through a sleeping city, looking for stories hidden in ordinary places. I wanted