Husband and Wife Photographers

Meet Jason + Gina

Sunrise is my perfect moment.
The woody crunch of grape nuts
and hot coffee are like
a crackling hearth in my head.

Sunrise is my perfect moment.
The woody crunch of grape nuts
and hot coffee are like
a crackling hearth in my head.
Sunset on rainy days are
my personal spa.
Curled around a wet nose
and velvety beagle fur
under an eiderdown duvet is heaven.

Sunrise is my perfect moment.
The woody crunch of grape nuts
and hot coffee are like
a crackling hearth in my head.
Sunset on rainy days are
my personal spa.
Curled around a wet nose
and velvety beagle fur
under an eiderdown duvet is heaven.
Reading a Jane Austen novel.
Slipping into my favorite pair
of well-worn jeans.
Talking to mom.  Hello, dear friends.

Sunrise is my perfect moment.
The woody crunch of grape nuts
and hot coffee are like
a crackling hearth in my head.
Sunset on rainy days are
my personal spa.
Curled around a wet nose
and velvety beagle fur
under an eiderdown duvet is heaven.
Reading a Jane Austen novel.
Slipping into my favorite pair
of well-worn jeans.
Talking to mom.  Hello, dear friends.
For me, the lyrical dance
of fly-fishing in an open stream
trumps the best Dancing With
The Stars, every time…
though I’ve been caught enjoying both.

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The rhythm of a long bike-ride down the side
of Vail matches my pounding heart, lulls
my spinning mind and lets my soul breath.

The rhythm of a long bike-ride down the side
of Vail matches my pounding heart, lulls
my spinning mind and lets my soul breath.
Stepping out into crisp mountain air
is delicious; each breath
is biting into a cold, crunchy apple.

The rhythm of a long bike-ride down the side
of Vail matches my pounding heart, lulls
my spinning mind and lets my soul breath.
Stepping out into crisp mountain air
is delicious; each breath
is biting into a cold, crunchy apple.
I would be a world-class athlete
if I could actually swim
in the creaminess of Cashmere.

The rhythm of a long bike-ride down the side
of Vail matches my pounding heart, lulls
my spinning mind and lets my soul breath.
Stepping out into crisp mountain air
is delicious; each breath
is biting into a cold, crunchy apple.
I would be a world-class athlete
if I could actually swim
in the creaminess of Cashmere.
I need only two pairs
of j.crew cargo shorts and flip flops.
Leather, of course.
(The flip-flops, not the shorts)

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I don’t consider anything from Apple, REI,
or Macallan an indulgence. 

I don’t consider anything from Apple, REI,
or Macallan an indulgence. 
I am mesmerized by
the history of vintage jars.
A delicate, imperfect treasure.
A new world in and of itself.

I don’t consider anything from Apple, REI,
or Macallan an indulgence. 
I am mesmerized by
the history of vintage jars.
A delicate, imperfect treasure.
A new world in and of itself.
When I smell fresh cut grass
on a summer evening,
I sometimes forget to exhale.

I don’t consider anything from Apple, REI,
or Macallan an indulgence. 
I am mesmerized by
the history of vintage jars.
A delicate, imperfect treasure.
A new world in and of itself.
When I smell fresh cut grass
on a summer evening,
I sometimes forget to exhale.
I feel the same way when
I lay my head on Jason’s chest.

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Colorado has always been,
and will always be,
our home. 

Colorado has always been,
and will always be,
our home. 
Crate & Barrel is
my second home.
Refined, cozy
and stuffed with new ideas. 

Colorado has always been,
and will always be,
our home. 
Crate & Barrel is
my second home.
Refined, cozy
and stuffed with new ideas. 
I love long walks with
my husband, our dogs
and my imagination.
Unplugged and creative.

Colorado has always been,
and will always be,
our home. 
Crate & Barrel is
my second home.
Refined, cozy
and stuffed with new ideas. 
I love long walks with
my husband, our dogs
and my imagination.
Unplugged and creative.
I love... just Gina.

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