





There are places where kids instinctively become kids again.
Nobody has to tell them to run.
They climb rocks without hesitation.
They stop to look at ladybugs on wildflowers.
They chase butterflies.
They invent games.
Doughton Park has always been one of those places to me.
That’s exactly why I love photographing families here.







Growing up, Doughton Park was one of those places for my family.
Every summer we’d pack up the cooler, throw hamburgers on the grill, and spend the day exploring. My cousins and I climbed the giant rocks until our knees were scraped, ran through the rhododendrons tunnels, and raced across the open fields until our parents called us back for dinner.
And yes… one summer we accidentally let the cows out.
(Thankfully, the farmer was able to get them back in the fence and everything turned out okay.)
Even now, every time I drive onto this stretch of the Blue Ridge Parkway, it feels a little like coming home. I love watching my own kids discover this place for themselves, picking blackberries, looking for monarchs, and picking wild mint.
So when this sweet family asked where we should photograph their family session, I knew exactly where I wanted to take them.



Last fall, I photographed these two as they promised each other forever during a rainy weather elopement.
Watching them together, it was impossible not to notice the beautiful way they loved each other. It was cold, windy and pouring rain, but they were so joyful, even though they didn’t get the golden mountain elopement they had dreamt of. They said they are used to things not going as planned, and they had fun anyway. They also brought me and my team coffee, hot chocolate, cookies, brownies, hand warmers, you name it… Seriously, these are two of the kindest souls I’ve ever met.
Their elopement wasn’t just a wedding.
It was the joining of a family.
Life had taken them both down unexpected roads before bringing them together. She had walked through incredibly difficult seasons and found someone with a heart big enough to love all four of her children as his own, and one more together. Their story is so similar to my own, and it was so fulfilling to document this time for them.
This summer, I met them again.
Not as bride and groom.
But as a family.
And somehow that felt even more beautiful.




There are no amusement rides here.
No playgrounds.
No perfectly manicured gardens.
Just open meadows.
Wildflowers.
Weathered split-rail fences.
Giant rocks begging to be climbed.
Old trees with branches that practically invite kids to disappear into imaginary worlds.
It’s the kind of place where children naturally become themselves.
They don’t need to be told to smile.
They don’t need to be entertained.
They simply start exploring.
That’s exactly why I love photographing families here.






When people hear “family photos,” they often picture everyone standing perfectly still, smiling at the camera.
We’ll absolutely make time for a few of those.
But they’re rarely the photographs that become family favorites.
The moments that stay with us are usually the ones in between.
The little sister reaching up to grab wildflowers.
The oldest brother carrying the youngest through a meadow.
Kids climbing trees.
Piggyback rides.
Running toward the rocks because they can’t wait another second to see what’s on top.
Parents laughing because nobody is doing what they were “supposed” to do.
Those are the photographs that feel like childhood.
Looking through this gallery, my favorite images aren’t necessarily the ones where everyone is looking at me.
They’re the ones where everyone forgot I was there.






One of my favorite moments from this evening happened when the kids spotted the boulders.
Nobody asked if they could climb them.
They just ran.
Within seconds, they had scattered across the rocks, balancing, exploring, and helping the youngest find her way up.
Later, they wandered through the wildflowers.
They climbed trees.
Collected treasures.
Showed me sticks and pinecones they’d discovered.
Those little adventures became the session.
And that’s exactly how I like it.




I don’t believe the best family photographs happen because everyone stood still long enough.
I think they happen when families spend an evening together doing what they naturally love to do.
Exploring.
Laughing.
Holding hands.
Watching the clouds roll over the mountains.
Picking blueberries.
Giving piggyback rides.
Stopping for hugs when the youngest needs one.
Those ordinary moments become extraordinary years later. I wish I had more photos like this from my own childhood. The real moments of freedom.




If you’re dreaming of mountain family photos near Boone, Blowing Rock, Sparta, Elkin, West Jefferson, or along the Blue Ridge Parkway, Doughton Park is one of my favorite hidden gems.
Depending on the season, you’ll find:
It’s perfect for families who would rather spend an evening exploring together than standing in one place smiling.






If your dream family session looks more like an adventure than a photoshoot…
If you want to dance around in the grass with your kids…
If you want your children to run instead of “say cheese”…
If you love mountain sunsets, wildflowers, climbing rocks, and letting kids simply be kids…
I’d love to help you create photographs that tell your family’s story.
Because years from now, I don’t think you’ll remember exactly what everyone was wearing.
You’ll remember how it felt watching your children race through the mountains together.
And those are the memories worth holding onto.














