I fell in love with love stories, and the people in them, before I fell in love with photography - the catastrophe of love and the immensity of that emotion, but also the complete and utter vulnerability of it all. Weddings are, of course, fun and beautiful and joyful, but I consider it an enormous honor to be invited into some of your most poignant and vulnerable moments - declarations of love, in front of an audience or not, commitments of “until death do us part” (which is, actually, pretty incredible if you think about it too hard).
I grew up with my head in the clouds and my toes in the dirt, and not much has changed about me since then.
After a decade working in hospitality (including a literal degree in hospitality management and 5 years of operations management at a wedding venue), I realized that I was not cut out for a lifelong career in the industry - but my heart was still in events. Wedding photography is this incredible blend of all of my professional skills with my favorite things. One of my dearest friends passed away unexpectedly in 2022 at 24 years old, and while her death was an enormous loss, it propelled me to take the leap into full-time self-employment in 2023. I haven't looked back since and don't have one regret.
It can change in an instant, and leave you with just memories.
In 2005, my dad had a medical event that left him with a severe brain injury. The many precious photographs of his life have been the best way for me to get to know him.
(It also left me with a *little bit* of dread about my own wedding for pretty much forever.)