A Family Vacation Session in Cape May, NJ // East Coast Travel Photographer


It was such an honor to photograph Carolina (who happens to be an incredible newborn photographer) and her family during their summer vacation in Cape May. While we're on the topic, let's chat about vacation sessions for a minute:

Why do them? 

  1. You get to have photographs taken when you're in a place of relaxation and enjoying new experiences with the people you love.
  2. Vacations are awesome. Having tangible memories to remember them forever? More awesome.
  3. YOU get to be in a photo other than those selfies. Don't get me wrong, the selfies and cell phone photos you take of your family and those sunsets along the way are amazing, but you deserve to get in the frame too.  
  4. I mean, just look at these photos. 
Morgan is beyond talented! I’m a photographer myself, and from the moment I saw her work I knew I needed a family session scheduled. I love how she captured our family and all of the emotion you can see through these pictures is beyond words. I will cherish these forever and have them printed all over my home.
— Carolina D.

An Anniversary Session on the Coast of Maine // Kaelah & Nick // Philadelphia Anniversary Photographer


When Kaelah and Nick first reached out about scheduling their anniversary session we had planned on shooting in Philadelphia, where we all live, but because Kaelah was so drawn to my lake sessions, we decided to photograph in my absolute favorite East Coast town, Camden, Maine.     

In Kaelah's first email to me she said this: "your work - it's raw, it's real, it's the daily, mundane moments that are just as special as the big, grandiose gestures - the elements that you capture just feel right." I knew from the moment I read those words that working with the two of them would be an absolute dream. Those daily mundane moments ARE as special as the big ones, that's what my work is all about. That's what I'm all about, and when I get to work with people who believe that and who celebrate the raw and the real, it's magical. 

 Pretty sure they forgot to tell me that they are professional models.... I mean, just look at them...

Pretty sure they forgot to tell me that they are professional models.... I mean, just look at them...

 (don't worry - we hustled out when we saw this and waited until it was safe again!)

(don't worry - we hustled out when we saw this and waited until it was safe again!)

As is true to the reason I went with you in the first place, you captured the real, raw moments of our relationship. I absolutely love them and I can’t help but notice how happy I look in nearly every one - not a fake smile for the camera, but a real one. Those unposed moments are what make our relationship so special to me, and that’s why I will cherish these photos forever.
— Kaelah, after receiving her gallery.
Because paradise has never been about places. It exists in connections. In moments. In flashes across time.
— Victoria Erickson

Rich & Amanda // A Valley Forge National Historical Park Couples Session


Having the opportunity to work with other photographers is always huge honor, even more-so when not only are you photographing one of Philadelphia's best wedding photographers, but someone you call a friend. Amanda is one of those rare people whose joyful demeanor spreads like wildfire wherever she goes, and as you can see, she and Rich together have a pretty amazing energy.  I'm so glad I was able to spend an evening documenting their love, the whole shoot was a blast - plus, they treated me to tacos and french fries afterwards, and it really doesn't get any better than that. 

Find my hand in the darkness and if we cannot find the light, we will always make our own.
— Tyler Knott Gregson

What the 4th-Grade Taught Me About Life & Running A Business

A huge window overlooked the schoolyard from my 4th-grade classroom - most of us spent the better part of that year staring longingly toward it and dreaming of recess. I had a pretty defining moment in that room. The layout of the classroom changed pretty regularly, and on this particular day our desks were arranged into little groups of five, a perfect square with two pairs of kids facing each other, and a fifth desk stuck awkwardly to the side. The lesson was on math, and although I’m no mathematician, I’ve always been fond of the subject. Our teacher scrawled out a question on the blackboard, I can’t remember exactly what it was. Next, he wrote down two answers. He read the question aloud and after waiting a moment, he pointed to the number on the left “Stand up if you believe this is the correct answer,” he pointed to the answer on the right “stay in your chair if this is the correct answer.” I practically flew out of my chair. I was standing there with my hands on my desk, looking at the number on the left feeling absolutely, 100% percent certain that I had chosen correctly. My eyes shifted to Mr. Post, standing with chalk in his hand at the front of the class, peering at me over the tip of his thin-framed glasses. “Are you certain?” It was then that I took a moment to look around the classroom.


Not a single one of my classmates was standing. NOT ONE.


Kids snickered as I stood there in the center of the classroom all alone, all eyes on me, my face burning with embarrassment. He read the questions aloud again. Still, no one stood. Mr. Post folded his thin, lanky arms in front of his chest and looked me dead in the eye “Morgan” he pointed to the answer on the left with his stub of chalk, “are you certain that this is the correct answer?” Every head in the classroom shot toward me and I plopped back down in my chair, my face crimson red. Mr. Post shot me a knowing glance and turned his back to the class, lifting his hand to erase the number on the right. He turned back toward us, cleared his throat, and said “had Morgan remained standing, she would have been correct.” After a long pause he continued speaking but I'm not sure what was said, I tuned out the rest of that lesson and dwelled on what had just occurred. I don’t know if my fourth grade self had ever been so pissed off in my entire existence. Not at my teacher or at my classmates, but at myself. I KNEW what the correct answer was and yet I allowed shame and embarrassment to change my mind. I had given up on what I knew to be true because of the opinions of others.

I was scared to be different and stand up for what I believed, and I’ve been trying my hardest since that day to NEVER let that happen again.

This day plays in my mind often, pushing me to believe in myself and trust my intuition in times when it feels easier to conform. Like most things, it hasn't always been easy, it's a lesson I've had to re-learn once or twice, but this memory encourages me to see myself through and to remain unwavering in those moments when what feels right for me doesn't look like what everyone else is doing. Whether it's in my art, my business, or any other aspects of my life.

So, let this be a reminder to stand up for what you believe in. Stand tall and own your truth, in everything that you do. Have confidence in your intelligence and intuition and never second guess yourself based on the opinions of the masses, because you, my friend, are not meant to blend in.