About Erik Hawkinson

Whenever I pick up a camera, I feel that I am not only picking up my passion but a responsibility. I see life is full of unique moments, It is full of laughs and pouts, stolen glances and loving stares. It is full of frowns and smiles. It is full of friends and families. As a photographer, I feel it is my duty to capture and preserve those moments, those memories. I love what I do, but it is a responsibility I do not take lightly because you never know what life will bring.

Whether or not we want to admit it, life throws things at us that we are not prepared for. In the late Spring of 2011, my father unexpectedly passed away. At the time, I lived 1400 miles away and only saw him once or twice a year. I was very fortunate, however, that I was home the previous weekend for my cousin's wedding. While at the reception, the photographer took a photo of both my parents, my siblings, and myself. That photograph is one of the last ones taken of my father. It doesn't just contain the memories of that day, but the memories of fishing trips, camping, and the first day at college. That is the power of photographs: they do not just hold one memory, but the memories of a life time.

In May of 2005, I married the love of my life. As most married couples know, the wedding day is such a flurry of activity, it is difficult to remember many details. When I look at the storybook of my wedding, those details come flooding back. While I could never forget how my wife looked, I remember what the flowers and cake looked like, the smiles on the faces of our parents, and how crazy our families looked on the dance floor. It is details like these that can be lost forever, if not for the power of photography.

Whether it is good times or bad, life is full of stellar moments and it is my passion to preserve them.