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The Heather Experience

The Founder

Hi, I’m Heather!

Black-and-white portrait of Heather in a cap and blazer, seated at a table with a laptop and notebook, smiling at the camera.

If you made it here, you probably want to know who’s behind all of this and why.

I came to youth basketball the same way you might have, as a parent with a kid who loved to hoop.

I brought an old, dusty camera to one of his first tournaments, and I didn’t stay in the bleachers for long.

I wasn’t a photographer. I was a mom who wanted pictures of my kid playing the sport he loved, and I wanted to make sure his teammates had some too.

Heather with her son, who is holding a youth basketball trophy in a red Vista Basketball jersey, early in her photography journey.

Back then, no one was really taking photos of the kids who weren’t headed to a D1 college or the league one day.

But they were playing their hearts out.

And when I’d tell them how great they were, they’d rattle off ten things they did wrong in the game they had just played. Even the ones who looked confident didn’t always believe in themselves.

So I started showing them their own photos and saying, “Look. Do you see how amazing you are?”

Black-and-white portrait of an Eagles basketball player with braided hair, holding his jersey, dramatic gym lighting.

I’d post them on my little Instagram account and pair their pictures with captions I hoped would motivate them and remind them they were incredible.

Something that started with no plan became a promise to these kids. Every time I came to a game, the camera came with me.

From that day on, I never put it down.

Creativity had always been a common thread throughout my life through art, piano, writing, and whatever medium inspired me next. But underneath all of it was something even deeper: a love for people, a curiosity about who they really were, and a desire to help them see themselves through the eyes of someone who already believed in them.

I just never imagined that picking up a camera for my son would lead me into a world that would teach me so much, matter to me so deeply, and eventually change the direction of my life.

I left a career I had built for twenty-five years, one that was comfortable, safe, and so good to me.

I traded it for floors in gyms, late nights on baselines, and hugging sweaty boys after difficult losses, wondering more than once if I had lost my mind or found my calling.

A boys basketball team in red and white Warriors and Fallbrook jerseys, gathered together on a dark gym floor with basketballs, dramatic side lighting.

But all I could hear, over and over, was:

Just keep showing up.

So I did.

I locked the door on my old life and never once looked back.

It didn’t make sense at the time.

It just felt like peace.

Over the years, this community didn’t just let me in.

They trusted me.

They welcomed me into the huddles, the benches, the locker rooms, the losses, the big moments, and the quiet ones most people never see.

Four teammates seen from behind, sitting together on the bench, one with an arm around the next.

Somewhere along the way, they became like family.

And they kept teaching me.

They showed me what this world was really asking of the kids, their families, and the people leading them.

Part of me wanted to protect them, because as fun and incredible as sports can be, it can also get chaotic fast.

Part of me wanted to show them, through my eyes, how great they already were before they ever picked up a basketball.

Because as quickly as I was watching kids discover a confidence they never knew they had, I was also watching them lose it in a matter of seconds.

A Lancers basketball player seated on a folding chair, foot resting on a basketball, smoke swirling behind him.
A basketball player driving to the basket past a defender, playing full-out in front of a packed crowd.

The more I saw, the clearer something became.

As parents, we were doing everything we knew how to do and still wondering, some days, if we were getting any of it right.

Coaches were navigating far more than most people ever see, trying to build an entire team while every parent in the stands understandably cared most about their one kid.

And these kids, underneath all that talent and pressure, were still just kids.

They were trying to be seen for who they actually were, not only for what they could do on the court, while growing up inside a world none of us fully understood.

I couldn’t walk away from that.

So I stopped just capturing it, and started building something for it.

That’s what The Heather Experience has become.

Everything this world allowed me to see, hear, learn, and understand became something I could begin handing back to the people still living it.

Heather courtside with two athletes in a packed gym, smiling together during a game.

The resources I wish someone had handed me.

The conversations I wish we had known to have sooner.

The voices of the athletes themselves.

Experiences that remind young people they are worth seeing long before a scoreboard tells them who they are.

And places for the adults around them to learn, listen, connect, and understand this world a little better too.

Because somewhere along the way, I realized the camera had never only been about the photographs.

It was how I got close enough to see.

Heather kneeling courtside with her camera and a basketball, smiling at the camera during a game.

And once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it.

So I kept showing up.

I still am.

And everything you see here grew from that.

Welcome to The Heather Experience. I’m really glad you found your way here.

— Heather Cleaves

Founder, The Heather Experience

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