I’m a freelance photographer doing my best at “getting by”.
Sometimes that means tending bar.
Mostly, though, I’m always in arm’s reach of my click-click-click camera.
My passion for photography didn’t start with a class or a passport; it began with a fascination of stories and what it means to tell one. I got my first camera from my grandfather when I turned 15 (“a good age”, he said, “to receive something mechanical—to learn what it means to be taken care of by something you take good care of.”) and I soon after discovered the power of a well-composed image.
I’m going to be completely honest with you.
Let me be real.
I am a SUCKER for the most saccharine things in life.
And seriously? Weddings are ideal for story-telling photography. While I love to photograph the hard-won and painstakingly put together minutiae unique to each couple’s ceremony and reception – centerpieces, custom cufflinks, eye-catching bridesmaid’s dresses, or the overwhelming elegance of the bride – I feel that it is the candid shots that stand out.
Your mother helping you into your dress.
Your father, face beaming with pride, as he walks you down the aisle.
Your brother fussing over your bowtie. (Let’s face it, it’s more than just your brother making a fuss. Bowties are hard.)
Your little sister braving the center of the dance floor barefoot, after complaining about the heels.
Your grandmother, who will pass away next fall, laughing while raising a glass of champagne.
All of these things—the moments gone by made immediate again and again through film— are tokens of the night that you surrounded yourself with the people you love, the people who love you with their whole hearts.
You can’t pose that.