Hi, I’m Whitney Schey—

HI, I’M WHITNEY SCHEY!

Although, if you follow my work, you probably know me as Whitney Darling — my camera-girly alias that’s been following me around since I shot my first wedding in 2009.

Southern Orange County is home. I was born here, and now I am blessed to raise my own family here too. My husband is a local pastor and, in my very biased opinion, the wisest man I know—which is a good thing, because around here, raising six kids (yep, six!), life is loud, effervescent, and never particularly boring.

My husband describes me as footloose and fancy-free, which is probably the most accurate description of me that anyone has ever come up with.

I’m overly whimsical. Delightfully Type B. And I am better at following a feeling than sticking to a spreadsheet. By the grace of God, I’ve also been given a pretty strong emotional understanding and the knack of staying present.

I’ve always been endlessly curious about people and always much more interested in stories than things. My current rotation of good times includes bike rides along the riverbed, country concerts, trips to the South, and offbeat styling. I’m also deeply obsessed with old homes, gardens, architecture, and open pastures. I live a mile from the beach and somehow consider myself much more of a lake girly. Give me Tennessee, Charleston, giant swaying trees, rolling green hills, fireflies, fishing with my kids, an old house, couple of goats, and I’ll be on my way.

I love people who are genuine. And man, I truly appreciate good listeners. I admire those who are deeply, almost weirdly, enthusiastic about literally anything. People who will happily tell you why they love their thing and somehow make you care about it too. Light me up.

And then there’s photography.

I’ve had a camera in my hands for as long as I can remember, and somewhere along the way it became a business. But honestly, photographing people has never really felt like work to me. I care deeply about making photographs from stories, guts, and glory.

Photography kind of feels like an extension of everything that I already am, even without the camera.

I notice things. I notice people. The crooked smile that shows up right before someone really starts laughing. The way someone leans into the person they love without even realizing they’re doing it.

Those are the things I’m looking for. The little tells. The stuff you couldn’t recreate if you tried. I see when someone is trying too hard and when they finally let go. I notice the light falling across an old front porch or the way a dress moves differently on her when she feels pretty.

It means something to me. And I think that's why I’ve never been terribly interested in the perfectly posed family photo where everyone is standing in a neat little row, smiling directly at me. Honestly, that sounds exhausting, and I don’t want anything to do with it.

And please, for the love of all things good, don’t spend your session yelling at your kids to be good or smile.

Let them be weird. Let them run off. Let them ignore me. Let them be four years old. I can handle the kids. As disclosed, I have 6 of my own.

I’ll give you direction when you need it, but mostly I want you to relax enough to forget I'm there. I want you to be present — to be the best version of you: unhurried and attentive to all of the good you’ve been given.

Because the photographs I love most are the ones that answer “Where did the time go?”

The missing front tooth. The way a baby on your hip reaches up for your bottom lip. Your husband's hand tracing down your lower back. The kitchen covered in crumbs, and the dog at your feet.

The things that feel so ordinary while you're living them and somehow become the things you would give anything to have back.

I want to photograph all of that.

Not just what your family looked like.

What your family felt like.