I grew up in a home where love was not only spkoen but shown, frame by frame. My family lived for the little things: birthday candles glowing in dim kitchens, cousins chasing fireflies, grandparents caught mid-laugh. We didn’t just take pictures — we held on to moments.

 

A camera was always nearby, not for perfection, but for truth. The blurry, the candid, the magic in between. Those photographs became our memory keepers — still images that somehow said more than any of us ever could. They reminded us to pause, to feel, to remember.

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That’s the feeling I chase with every roll of film I shoot — not staged smiles, but the honest kind of beauty that happens when no one’s looking.

 

My passion is to give others that same gift: imperfect, emotional, fleeting moments frozen in time — meant to be held, revisited, and cherished for lifetimes.