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A young man wearing glasses, a red cap, and a dark jacket, holding a potted plant, standing in an outdoor setting at night, surrounded by green foliage and illuminated by small lights.
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who photographs the photographer?

it’s me. i photograph me.

I just love telling stories.

Be it films or photography, the medium matters not.

I’ve never felt fully comfortable telling stories about myself. In this social-media-world as we know it I’ve found myself in the background more often than not, a position that I am not looking to vacate. However, I’m also stuck in the position of being obsessed with telling stories. So, I tell other people’s stories!

My career began in the documentary field as a filmmaker. These days I focus mainly on weddings, they tend to be a bit more fun. Because of my roots in storytelling I’ve gravitated toward a documentary approach in everything I create. Capturing the present for the future. I’ve been lucky enough to get to practice this approach over the past decade as a wedding photographer. In the midst of giant, earth changing moments I’ve tried to focus on the small ones. The light streaming in a certain way, quick glances and smiles exchanged, a whisper here and there.

I like to think of myself as a professional observer. Someone that- if you can believe it- just tags along as a way of life. I wander this great state, finding hidden nooks and crannies to make art in. Along the way I click a little button on a weird box and hey, out comes some neat images! I’ve seen hundreds of unions, weddings, parties, always with a few legal documents strewn about it seems.

A Polaroid instant camera on a dark surface.
Collage of Polaroid-style photos including a dog with light-colored eyes, a person wearing a gray beanie holding a baby, two children interacting with a pie, and a woman with curly hair.

I’ve never felt fully comfortable telling stories about myself. In this social-media-world as we know it I’ve found myself in the background more often than not, a position that I am not looking to vacate. However, I’m also stuck in the position of being obsessed with telling stories. So, I tell other people’s stories!

My career began in the documentary field as a filmmaker. These days I focus mainly on weddings, they tend to be a bit more fun. Because of my roots in storytelling I’ve gravitated towards a documentary approach in everything I create. Capturing the present for the future. I’ve been lucky enough to get to practice this approach over the past decade as a wedding photographer. In the midst of giant, earth changing moments I’ve tried to focus on the small ones. The light streaming in a certain way, quick

glances and smiles exchanged, a whisper here and there.

I like to think of myself as a professional observer. Someone that- if you can believe it- just tags along as a way of life. I wander this great state, finding hidden nooks and crannies to make art in. Along the way I click a little button on a weird box and hey, out comes some neat images! I’ve seen hundreds of unions, weddings, parties, always with a few legal documents strewn about it seems.

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some of my favorite memories

A smiling woman with curly hair and closed eyes, wearing a denim jacket, outdoors.
A man holding a child's hand while standing outside near a landscaped area with a modern building and a large red decorative sculpture in the background. The man is wearing a cap and glasses, and the child is standing on a raised concrete ledge.
People walking along a city sidewalk lined with trees and buildings on a sunny day.
A young girl in a floral dress with her hands clasped in front of her, standing indoors. An older woman sitting on a couch is seen in the background, smiling and leaning back.
A woman with glasses and a bun hairstyle standing on a dirt path in a landscape with mountains and water, surrounded by shrubbery.
A woman with curly hair wearing sunglasses and a pink jacket stands behind a young girl with light brown hair holding the stroller handle in an urban setting with tall buildings, palm trees, and a yellow school bus labeled "First Student" in the back
A young girl running into the ocean waves at the beach, with hills and beachgoers in the background.
A young girl with brown hair smiling and showing her teeth, wearing a red patterned dress over a blue shirt, standing indoors with a dark background.
Black and white photo of a landscape with mountains in the background, a body of water, and a dirt path or field in the foreground, under a partly cloudy sky.
A man wearing glasses and a yellow hoodie is carrying a young girl on his shoulders on a dirt path in a countryside landscape with cloudy skies.

from the wondrous mix of matter and electricity that we call

Life

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The stage that I am currently in.

It’s the diaper, carseat, dropping off and picking up point. Chances are it doesn’t look like your stage of life. But some day, it may. Back when my life looked a bit more like yours I didn’t think too much about saving things for the future. Time moved a lot slower, if anything the world felt a bit static. Big events would come and go but for the most part I stayed the same.

Then came Jo. Suddenly, time was bolting. It became painfully apparent how important it was (is, continues to be) to document things for the future. Every moment since she was born has felt like I’m floating through the past. Things change so quickly there’s barely enough time to adjust, to get my feet on the ground.

It’s just all moving so fast.

I’ve asked quite a few folks, “why have a wedding? If you just wanted to get married you would go to a courthouse, so why put all this money, effort, and time into one day?”

It always comes back to community. Each and every time, community community community. Weddings are a violent colliding of worlds, a wish for people to meet and at the very least get along, the moment of letting go and hoping against hope that everything you’ve built doesn’t come crashing down around you. A trust in the future. An utterly terrifying, momentous, beautifully short 12ish hours of everyone you hold tight to your chest existing in the same space and time.

Then it passes. The day ends. That initial bang fades, simmering for decades. Ripples of what you’ve built will travel through centuries. I believe that deserves to be documented in an honest, true to life form.

For the future, for my kids, and for yours.

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the wedding isn’t the story

The true story is much longer, much quieter. For many it lasts a lifetime.

If I’m to be honest, and after a few hundred weddings I may be as close to an expert as you’ll get, the wedding is just the end of the beginning. It’s simply a choice, a commitment to finish the story, to not set it down or put it away when your eyes get tired. A promise to pull out the blanket and flashlight, fashion a makeshift tent, and read through the night.