I didn’t begin as a photographer. I began as a storyteller.

Before stepping behind the camera professionally, I earned both my Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in Communication and Journalism—years that taught me how to observe closely, listen deeply, and recognize the stories unfolding beneath the surface.

Journalism shaped the way I see people. It taught me that the moments that stay with us are rarely the ones we can manufacture. They happen in between—the glance across a crowded room, a hand reaching instinctively for another, the quiet before a ceremony begins, the laughter no one planned for.

That instinct still guides the way I photograph weddings today.

My connection to visual storytelling began long before my own career. My grandmother spent more than fifty years as a photographer, documenting families, developing film by hand, and preserving memories long before the digital age.

Through her, I learned that photographs are more than beautiful images.

With time, they become history.

They become the way a family remembers.