Joy Prouty, Teacher/Guide/Soul Friend

 
 

I’ve always been a deep feeler. I feel everything. For many years I thought this sensitivity was a hinderance; I had yet to realize it was a super power. My camera channeled my hyper sensitivity of feeling into a hyper sensitive way of seeing. My camera became my magnifying glass for grace.

I’ve always wanted to get to the bottom of stories. Photography has become my life’s work of doing just that.

I have been a professional photographer for the last 12 years, have taught hundreds of women through mentoring and workshops, given inspirational keynote speeches to thousands at huge conferences, photographed celebrities, filmed for non-profits, created music videos and spent hundreds of 24-hour days alongside beautifully ordinary families in their homes photographing what I call Harvest Sessions.

I am a grateful mother to five creative kids, married to a very patient, nature-loving man and we live in a little farmhouse outside of Nashville, Tennessee. Our job of documenting families takes us all over the United States and last year we explored, photographed clients and schooled our kids in 36 states.


You can find my work here:

Film/Photography Studio: www.theproutys.co

Instagram: @joyprouty & @theproutys

Limited edition prints of ‘When Dust Becomes Wings’ images will be available soon for purchase!



“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built, or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way, so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”

- Ray Bradbury