I feel everything deeply. Love, joy, nostalgia, even the quiet moments in between—those split seconds that feel like forever. That’s why I do what I do.

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I know how precious memories are because I’ve held onto them like lifelines. Growing up, I didn’t have a picture-perfect childhood. My life was filled with hardships, loss, and moments of deep loneliness. But in between the chaos, I found solace in nature, in the quiet, in the fleeting beauty of a moment. And in photographs. The few photos I have of my mom are my most treasured possessions—proof that love existed, that moments mattered. I didn’t know it then, but I was learning the real power of photography: it’s not just about pretty pictures; it’s about capturing something real—something that will last long after the moment has passed.

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I didn’t just stumble into photography. I ran toward it with my whole heart. It started with disposable cameras as a kid, documenting everything I could. People told me I had an eye for it, but I never thought I could make it my life. Fast forward through years of self-doubt, a push from my fiancé, and one life-changing decision to finally chase what sets my soul on fire—and here I am.