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The Artist,
Stephannie.
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WELCOME TO THE NEST

The word aerie means a nest built high above the ground

- safe, sacred, and set apart. It's where eagles return year after year, adding twigs and feathers to a home that grows stronger with time. 
 
That image stayed with me. Because that's what I believe photographs are: pieces of the nest. A way to hold close what matters most. 
 
The Aerie is more than a name - it's a symbol of legacy, of memory, of the place we come back to. It's where love lands and takes root. Where chapters are written and rewritten in the soft light of every day life.
 
This space - this work - is my way of helping you build your own aerie, one memory at a time.

Hey, I'm Steph

I was fifteen when I picked up a camera for the first time. I didn't know then that I was chasing something that would one day become my calling

- capturing the kind of moments that pass too quickly but mean everything in hindsight. Years later, after becoming a mother myself, I saw just how fleeting time really is. That's when it all clicked: we need more than snapshots - we need photographs that feel. Ones that hold space for our beginnings, our softness, our becoming.

I lean into the real: windblown hair, stolen glances, muddy toddler feet. Because that's the good stuff. That's where your story lives.

When you work with me you'll get more than a gallery - you'll get an experience rooted in trust, ease, and intention. You'll walk away with photographs that feel like home.

That's what I offer: honest, nostalgic storytelling for people who want to remember what it felt like. I don't just show up with a camera. I arrive ready to see you - to hold space for what's unfolding, and to preserve it with quiet reverence.

Tucked away in the dust of my Nana's garage, I uncovered an album dated 1934. This photograph is part of the only family heirloom I carry - a fragile thread to the past, a piece of my family's story still in my hands.
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“Human connection is the most vital aspect of our existence

Without the sweet touch of another being we are lonely stars in an empty space just waiting to shine gloriously."

-Joe Straynge
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