The Eye Behind
the Lens
I was supposed to be a naturopathic doctor.
Went to school for nutrition. Had the whole path mapped out. But somewhere between textbooks and clinical rotations, I kept sneaking off to chase sunsets with my camera. Every single time.
Let me back up.
I'm a 4th generation Palm Beach County native. My great grandfather was the first chief of police of Tequesta back when it was all just dirt roads and mosquitoes. My grandmother became the main tour guide at the Jupiter Lighthouse. I grew up climbing those 105 steps, watching the light sweep across the water, feeling like I was standing at the edge of the world.
There have always been artists in my family. Creatives. People who saw things a little differently. The camera just became my version of that.
For years I was that kid completely obsessed with light. Golden hour. Storm clouds rolling in over the inlet. The way the sky turns electric right before it fades to black. I would research everything. Study the angles. Learn why certain compositions felt right and others felt off.
That obsession taught me patience. Taught me timing. Taught me how to wait for the moment instead of just firing away at everything.
Then my uncle asked me to shoot his wedding.
I remember standing there with my camera thinking this is exactly the same thing. The light. The timing. The pressure of a fleeting moment you cannot get back. Except now there were people I loved in the frame. And it actually mattered.
When I delivered the photos, something clicked. Not just for me but for everyone who saw them. People started reaching out asking if I could shoot their weddings too.
That was over a decade ago. I never did become a doctor.
Now I bring something a little different to every wedding. I'm the photographer running full speed with a gimbal chasing a bride across the dance floor. Climbing trees for the angle nobody else would think to get. If the moment is moving, I'm moving with it.