I fell in love with photographs long before I fell in love with taking photographs.

 This fascination with photographs began in a small attic room, surrounded by photo albums. There were albums full of wedding photos, grandparent visit, family vacations, and everything in between. My dad photographed and printed everything. I still love pouring over those albums. The memories and moments those photographs hold are special, but the people in them are even more priceless. They’re my people. Those photographs represent where I came from - my history, and my family’s history. 

The years passed and I continued to watch my dad photograph life. When I was 14, I decided it was time and I bought my first point and shoot camera. It’s maiden voyage was to D.C. to photograph our family vacation. I don’t know how many photographs I took on that camera, but to say that I loved it is an understatement. I upgraded cameras through the years and found myself continuing to photograph everything in sight… my friend’s senior pictures, engagement photos, and eventually - my first wedding.

I watched the groom’s face as he saw his bride for the first time. I watched the dad’s eyes tear up as he walked his little girl down the aisle. And I definitely couldn’t miss the gleam of pure joy in the bride’s eye as she walked back down the aisle holding her new husband’s hand. 

That was the moment when I realized that photographing people on the best day of their life was what I wanted to do for the rest of mine.

Since that day 9 years ago, I’ve had the privilege of photographing wedding after wedding and capturing memories for over 50 couples. Documenting my couples, their people, and their history gives me so much joy. They’re not just photographs—they’re memories that will be passed on from generation to generation, leaving a legacy.