Disclaimer: Like most photographers, I have very few pictures of myself. My husband @calebrcovington manages to get a few when I’m distracted (like when I’m trying to climb the tallest boulder I’ve ever seen somewhere in Northern California without falling into the Pacific Ocean and dying,) but beyond that, nada. He took the headshots you can find on my website, and that was the hardest batch of pictures I’ve ever edited. But it taught me something important—we are always going to be our own worst critics. . My job as a photographer is twofold: to identify and capture beautiful, important images, and, when I’m working with people as my subjects—to help them see how I see them. This picture of me, for example, was taken by a very proud husband watching his very acrophobic wife climb on a rock some 500 feet in the air with steep drop-offs on every side. What you don’t see in this picture are the tears rolling down my face, the gritted teeth, the years-long battle with my fear of heights that saw me to this moment, the sheer stubbornness driving me to the top. I was TERRIFIED during this climb, but you don’t see that. You might see what my Caleb saw—a photographer trying to get to the best vantage point for a good sunset shot. . You can swipe and see one of the pictures I took that day. (Spoiler alert: I shared it earlier this week.) How different it is now that you know the story behind it, what it took to capture this moment. This is what I hope to achieve—not just pictures, but context as well.