Being raised by my grandparents I was blessed with an old soul. Raised on a tiny island called the Outer Banks in North Carolina that was and still is full of family history. My grandma would always take me to the old lighthouse where my great grandfather was a lighthouse keeper down the beach road. Going down memory lane she’ll show me pictures of my family history. In her old wooden coffee table drawer, she would pull out pictures of her growing up, traveling all over the world. My favorite pictures are in France where my mother was born! Those photos she took are now our family heirlooms. Everything I photograph, I photograph for the memories, for the history and storytelling that is yet to come. Photographed moments make forever memories turn into stories that will be cherished for a lifetime.

I can’t tell you how many times I sat on that blue carpet floor digging in that drawer looking through every image my grandmother kept. Just for her to tell me that story I have already heard all over again.


One downside about storytelling grandparents is they don’t normally stick around as long as we would like, as do our favorite moments in time. As we grow older and those precious times start to fade we will always have those photographs to look back on, letting time stand still once again. I recently lost my grandmother, my best friend, my biggest fan. She showed me how beautiful life is,
how to document unforgettable
 memories and to never waste
a moment not doing what
makes you happy. I want
to do the same for
everyone else.

Now I get to travel, tell my story and yours.

I am jacie marguerite, an aspen based photographer, old soul, visionary and world traveler.

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