I picked up my father’s camera for the first time when I was 8 years old and took off running. My very first picture was of my mother. I ran up to her and told her to “say cheese” and never stopped. My father would love to take photos of everything. At the time, I did not understand why he brought his camera with him everywhere he went. These days, I look back at some of our family photos and the events we attended and find myself there, back in time. His vision was to capture all of those memorable moments to share with all of us.
As the years went on, I too found myself taking pictures of events that I was invited to as though I was the hired photographer. I used to think that taking a memorable photo depended on the quality of the camera. I quickly learned that it is about having the patience to capture the spirit of the moment that brings the picture to life.
When I share my photos to family, friends, and total strangers, I realize that each photo brings with it the same emotion that was felt at the moment in which it was captured.
I don’t think of myself as a photographer but as a storyteller. My passion is to capture all of life’s moments, big or small, that share a unique story.
