It all started at 17, when photography moved from a hobby to something deeper — my go-to therapy on days full of more questions than answers. Little did I know that this therapeutic pastime was quietly plotting to hijack my entire life. It whispered sweet nothings about creativity, showed me the world through a different lens (pun intended), and set my imagination ablaze with possibilities.

I cut my teeth in the bustling halls of H Tempest, learning the ropes and mastering the delicate art of capturing fleeting moments. From there I zigzagged through a series of varied photography gigs — each click of the shutter steering me closer to an inevitable truth: I was hopelessly, utterly in love with photography.

Taking the plunge into full-time wedding photography, trading a steady paycheck for the unpredictable waves of freelance work might sound like madness to some. But here's the thing: when you're armed with passion and wrapped in time, you become strangely invincible. Or at least convincingly brave.

So here I am, a professional wedding photographer, living the dream one snapshot at a time. It’s been a wild ride from therapy to profession, and along the way I’ve learned that the best stories usually begin just outside the comfort zone. And honestly, I’m only getting started.

See you on the other side of the lens.