My father was brave enough to let me snap a few pictures with his camera, almost as big as I was, when I was six years old. I have scarcely put the camera down ever since. My style is simple; I strive to make every photograph, whether priceless moments of weddings, portraits of children, musicians playing their hearts out, or expectant families literally full of joy and expectation a work of art worthy of hanging in an art gallery. Life at its best is an art form, and the photographs that capture both quiet and explosive moments should do nothing less than radiate that life, communicate the emotion to the observer, have lives of their own. If the sister of the bride trying but failing miserably to hide her tears of pride and hope doesn't bring a tear to your eye, the photograph is silent and not living its life to the fullest. If you are living your life to the fullest, it is my job to capture and translate for you, so that when photographs are all that is left for future generations, they will be able to hear and feel the life and love you left behind.

Which means I can't claim one particular "style." Every individual, every situation is unique. I want to hear your artistic vision and combine it with my own to produce a collaborative, expressive documentation of a chapter in your life, whether it is the soft or loud variety. And if you think you have no artistic vision, first of all, you're wrong, but I am still happy to just drive the car if that's your style.

With wedding photography, I lean towards the photojournalism style, so that the book of your big day will tell the story from start to finish: waking up with a giddy grin, family and friends flocking around you, the long preparation, the most sacred moment all the way through to the car you drive away in. But I also am willing and almost always do formal portraits at a chosen point during the day, and love to make these portraits as fun and creative as possible! But if your mom wants the classic "This is me and I just got married and I have a smile on my face static portrait," LET'S DO IT! (It will speak to your mom if no one else...)

With children, I prefer to let them play because we take portraits of children to remember who/how they were, and I have noticed that a lot of kids these days really like to play! More formal portraits are sometimes irresistible, with at least some fun props, a fancy dress or a retro style tricycle. I have also noticed that kids these days like to play things by ear, and the drum set in the other room may make you crazy right now, but I promise you will remember it fondly... Basically, childhood portraiture is mandatorily play by ear, anything goes, whatever you think is best. Chances are, you know your child better than I do.

Musicians.... ahhh, the musicians. We will rock your photos. They will be loud and you might not want to hang them on your wall because the neighbors might complain.

Maternity portraits... sigh. You are beautiful and your child must someday see the days you carried them with you wherever you went. Of course, I don't mean the several years after they are born when you basically will do the same thing, but those sacred days of feeling tiny elbows roll across your tummy and tiny feet so busy you are swearing he or she will be a dancer or marathon runner. To me, pregnancy is such a miraculous thing, it almost seems like it should be reserved for a select few, extremely lucky women. But guess what?! Few or not, it is still miraculous, and YOU have been selected! This is a time when I especially like to communicate and share ideas. Some women prefer to be delicately draped with a slightly sheer fabric that soflty shows off their contours, some prefer a beautiful and admireable "this is me in my anatomic bare with child splendor," and some like to have purple cowboy boots, denim shorts and a ten-gallon hat by the ocean! And then there are the under water maternity portraits of dreams... double sigh.

While my formal education was at Eckerd College and Florida School of the Arts, I truly believe in, and have an immeasureable appreciation for "lifestyle photography," and therefore, my true credentials lie in the hands of babies, of brides sneaking a peek before they take their stroll down rose petal littered aisles and in the glow in the eyes of mothers to be. And of course, in the hands of my father, who trusted a child barely strong enough to hold the weight of a camera and the power it yields, unwittingly giving birth to a lifetime of catching voices before they fade, smiles before gravity sets in, that glow at sunset before the sun takes its last dip. We are blessed to be here. Let's make our mark.