I feel, I always have a way of picking unbelievable timing on things. A while back, way before Coronavirus, I decided it was time to accomplish my dream of having a studio. The opportunity presented itself to me at the end of 2019 and was in full swing by January 2020....

A before an after of one photographers vision.

The unspoken words of a mom who lost her son. Gone but not forgotten.

So this month I am adding Coffee Talk with June. I have so many followers, I would love getting to know you better, as well as you getting to know me of course. Join me on Facebook @ June K. Collins Portraits, the 1st Friday of the month at 7 PM.

We have had a long...

At the end of each year, I use the time to reflect on my growth.  I think I am my worst enemy and somedays I am so hard on myself and my work.  I think all artist at one point in time are too hard on themselves. It takes reflection to really appreciate where you are an...

My little angel, my little sassy pants, as I call her. It's amazing how girl she can be at time, but how much she is a tomboy as well. A mixture of both worlds is totally fine with me. I was tagged in several photos where younger girls were in dresses and sports equipm...

In my quest for great pet businesses in our area this year, I was told about Southern Hound Club, a “doggie daycare” that also trains puppies/dogs. After the shock that I did not know a place like this existed in Valdosta Georgia, I was pumped to learn more.

I took to t...

This image came from an idea I had for a while. I wanted to tie my beloved Oliver into something that had meaning to me. The idea was to place Oliver in a bomber jacket with a red scarf, flying in the wind. His cute fluffy hair blowing in the breeze. As I started editi...

Wow, 2018 is coming to an end and now it's time to ring in the New Year. This year, to tell you the truth, I am ready for it to close out. It was a long year of ups and downs. Ready to start fresh with a knew 365 page book, as I read the other day.

I'm not much for New...

So today has been a hard day for me.  I buried my first baby, my first true friend and a truly loved family member. I still see her.  That rusty brown fur that had turned almost white.  Her floppy ears she always had perked up, even in her later years.   I fight back t...