About

My dad handed me his camera when I was twelve at a family wedding. That was the beginning.

I photographed for years. I ran a studio. And then life got heavy and busy, and I walked away from the one thing that helped me slow down enough to notice what was around me. I trusted that if it was meant to come back, it would.

Years later, we went to Iceland.

I went to photograph a small black church I’d seen before. I took one photo, and it stopped me. Not because it was extraordinary, but because I had missed this way of seeing more than I realized.

I realized how much I had missed paying attention.
How much I had missed letting moments land.

That moment didn’t change everything.
But it reminded me of something I already knew.
The ordinary things are often where the meaning lives, if you slow down long enough to notice.

That’s where Ordinary Days comes from.

I photograph what feels real and lived-in.
Places and people with history, wear, and quiet presence.
Things that change.
Things that get overlooked.
The kind of moments that don’t announce themselves.

Photography, for me, is a way of noticing. A way of staying present. A way of letting ordinary moments matter.

I’m here paying attention, and sharing what I find along the way.

Sheri