Full of passion for anything I touch.

Longboarder on weekday afternoons.

Feet often covered in dirt.

Hands stained with art.

80’s music and pop punk on full blast.

Loud laughter, always.

A seeker of what’s real—light, connection, truth.

Drawn to the quiet corners and wild edges of life.

Soft rebellion wrapped in tenderness

I’m not here to fit in.
I’m here to tell the truth—yours and mine.

To me, photography is as much art as it is evidence—a way to remember, but also a way to feel.

This isn’t something I take lightly.
Your life is wild and worthy exactly as it is.
Photos shouldn’t put you in a box. They should set you free.

To feel seen. To feel known.
To witness the unfiltered power of your truest self—and call it beautiful.

The fleeting nature of time.

Light in all its moods. Nature, always—mossy trails, Great Lakes sunsets, pine needles and open sky.

The quiet magic of falling in love.

The in-between moments most people miss.

And of course—my own story.

Late-night gas station runs for sour candy.

Road trips without a map.

Reading in the park.

The tangle of limbs and laughter with someone who feels like home.

That’s where the spark lives for me.

In order to photograph you truthfully, I need to know you and your story.

Not just the surface-level stuff—“We like to have fun” (yeah, who doesn’t?)—but the deeper layers.

What makes your fingers curl and your eyes light up?
What are you wildly passionate about?
Do you love like a thunderstorm—loud, stubborn, burning?
Or do you move through life with softness, with poise, with quiet grace?

I want to know where you spend your Saturday nights, how you hold each other when the world gets heavy, what your Sunday mornings feel like.

What feels like home, like truth, like something worth remembering?

Because the more I know, the more honest the art becomes.
So years from now, when time has softened the edges, you can hold these photographs and feel it all again.

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