Whether I’m pinning a boutonniere, fluffing your dress, or dancing along when Mr. Brightside hits the playlist—I’m all in. I bring a calm presence when you need to breathe, a pep talk when nerves kick in, and genuine joy for celebrating alongside you.
With years of experience, I know when to step in, when to blend in, and how to make you feel seen and completely at ease. Sound like the kind of presence you want by your side on your wedding day?
I fell in love with photography early—running wild with disposable cameras and dreaming in art class. My entrepreneurial streak showed up just as fast, selling handmade boy band pillowcases in AOL chat rooms (yes, really) and custom picture frames on MySpace. I had an online shop before online shopping was a thing—and eventually, it all just clicked.
When I photograph a wedding, I’m not just thinking about how it looks today—I’m thinking about how it will feel 50 years from now. I’m drawn to the lasting impact these images hold—the stories they tell, the memories they preserve, and the love they quietly carry forward through generations.
Dawson’s Creek & Frasier (always)
sage, olive and soft blue
popcorn (especially during family movie nights)
a crisp Diet Coke or a Breezeberry Alani
gardening, chasing fireflies with my two kids, or soaking in a summer sunset
Enneagram 9—a calm, go-with-the-flow planner who thrives on connection
The Real Magic is Always in the In-Between
Generational moments: a grandparent’s kiss, a parent’s tears, the legacy of love.
That just-married joy during the recessional—radiant and real.
Stolen glances and soft touches during Mass or portraits.
Stolen glances and soft touches during Mass or portraits.
A quiet pause between the bride and her dad before the aisle.
A quiet pause between the bride and her dad before the aisle.
When mom zips the dress and everything sinks in.
When mom zips the dress and everything sinks in.
That just-married joy during the recessional—radiant and real.
Generational moments: a grandparent’s kiss, a parent’s tears, the legacy of love.