About Tara
My Family Story
Being in a family is part of the fabric of a rich life. Our connections give us a place to belong, be seen, and be okay, just the way we are. Capturing a part of your rich tapestry brings meaning to my life and is why I photograph people. It's that precious.
I was born in Alberta, Canada to what was referred to in those days as an unwed mother. She had me and decided that I was better off with another family. She changed her mind once, and tried to get me back. She was torn. I was in a foster home for 9 months while Social Services looked for a family that would be well suited. I came to a family who had lost a four year old child and was unable to have more. I brought joy to a sad household.
At 18, I met my birth mother and her family. That was a strange day. I laugh just like them.
My husband and I struggled with unexplained infertility for many years. I learned to meditate to deal with my baby obsession. That helped--a lot. Through the wonders of modern science, we were able to have an amazing little boy and fulfill my long held dream of being a mother to a child who shared my blood. Being adopted is one of those experiences I keep learning from. Isn’t it true that our greatest pain leads us to our biggest learning? The wound is the place where the light gets in. -Rumi
These life events wired me to see unseen connections and to find where I belong. I belong outside. Let’s go somewhere beautiful or meaningful together, breathe in that air, gaze at the sky and see what’s in flight.
Being in a family is part of the fabric of a rich life. Our connections give us a place to belong, be seen, and be okay, just the way we are. Capturing a part of your rich tapestry brings meaning to my life and is why I photograph people. It's that precious.
I was born in Alberta, Canada to what was referred to in those days as an unwed mother. She had me and decided that I was better off with another family. She changed her mind once, and tried to get me back. She was torn. I was in a foster home for 9 months while Social Services looked for a family that would be well suited. I came to a family who had lost a four year old child and was unable to have more. I brought joy to a sad household.
At 18, I met my birth mother and her family. That was a strange day. I laugh just like them.
My husband and I struggled with unexplained infertility for many years. I learned to meditate to deal with my baby obsession. That helped--a lot. Through the wonders of modern science, we were able to have an amazing little boy and fulfill my long held dream of being a mother to a child who shared my blood. Being adopted is one of those experiences I keep learning from. Isn’t it true that our greatest pain leads us to our biggest learning? The wound is the place where the light gets in. -Rumi
These life events wired me to see unseen connections and to find where I belong. I belong outside. Let’s go somewhere beautiful or meaningful together, breathe in that air, gaze at the sky and see what’s in flight.