Hello. My name is Nancy.

I am a photographer based out of Portland, Oregon. 

I married Abraham, a creative passionate dreamer, fifteen years ago. He inspires me daily to do what I love. We have four beautiful children; Abigail, the artist, Ethan, the intellectual, Sophia, the dancer, and Charlotte, the feistiest! We love living life in the Pacific Northwest and finding beauty in the everyday moments.

 

With every session my goal is to tell a story, your story with creativity. I want to capture life, and love, and connection into a memory that will invite the viewer in.  

 

everyday moments of my life

Keeping little ones busy with spring cleaning. Cars washed ✔️
Keeping little ones busy with spring cleaning. Cars washed ✔️
Day 2 family run.
Day 2 family run.
We went for a family run last night. Getting outside and moving our bodies helped release some of the stress that has been building as we are all dealing with so much change and uncertainty.
We went for a family run last night. Getting outside and moving our bodies helped release some of the stress that has been building as we are all dealing with so much change and uncertainty.
making strawberry scones.
making strawberry scones.
Snowy walk. ❄️
Snowy walk. ❄️
snow in March...in Portland? ⛄️
snow in March...in Portland? ⛄️
our first spring at the new house.
our first spring at the new house.
spring sun! ☀️ #bowandarrowsisterhood
spring sun! ☀️ #bowandarrowsisterhood
A tribute to Andy. In the McIsaac family, our rite of passage meant hiking into the White Clouds with Dad. Backpacks loaded with our gear we followed Dad’s footsteps crossing log made bridges, up switch backs, always keeping pace with the lead
A tribute to Andy. In the McIsaac family, our rite of passage meant hiking into the White Clouds with Dad. Backpacks loaded with our gear we followed Dad’s footsteps crossing log made bridges, up switch backs, always keeping pace with the lead. My favorite memories were created in this special place. I remember one morning Dad headed off with the sunrise, his fishing pole in hand. The four of us Madelene, Andy, Anne, and I created our own adventures that day at Goat Lake. As we laughed and played in the mountain creek, we noticed trout swimming past our legs. Andy reached in and grabbed ahold of one. Then it became a game. We caught fish with our bare hands. We were exhilarated. We were like wild black bears. As evening settled, Dad returned with his catch of the day. We, with bright eyes and grins then showed him our catch. Our pride spilled over like the pooling water over the rocks. We showed him our trick and he jumped in the creek and joined our fun. It was a day I will always cherish. Being the youngest (well until Joann came along six years later), Andy took the duty of being my big brother to heart. He loved taunting me with all things creepy and crawly. He made up a language just to annoy me. He gave me the nicknames “Roy” and “Nancy-so-fancy.” I was an easy target and he could convince me to go along with his grand ideas. Like the time we reenacted the Olympic figure ice-skaters. I ran with all my three-year-old heart leapt into Andy and Madelene’s arms. They threw me as high as they could, and it was perfect until I landed with a trip to the ER and a concussion. Another big brother moment was when Andy convinced my little four-year-old self that it was my birthday the next day. I waited hour by hour with anticipation for my gifts and cake. By the end of the day tears overflowed. The prank did not go over well with dad and mom and I ended up getting an early gift of a monchheche monkey. Andy had a way of making me feel loved and accepted just as I was. He had the most joyful laugh that I can still hear. He had an amazing gift as an artist, leaving a legacy of work. He faced cancer with so much bravery, showing so much strength. More in comments.
A wonderful performance by our little sloth 🦥 Charlotte
A wonderful performance by our little sloth 🦥 Charlotte