My journey to becoming a photographer is deeply personal, rooted in love, and shaped by the moments I witnessed long before I picked up a camera. Weddings weren’t where it all began - it started with my mom.

Growing up, I watched her quietly fade into the background of family photos, always the one capturing everyone else’s memories, never her own. That absence ignited something in me - a desire to honour the unseen, to ensure the stories of mothers, of love, and of life were remembered.

I saw so many mothers in their everyday lives, quietly holding everything together, and I was drawn to capturing those tender, fleeting moments.

My interest in weddings grew later, as I watched my grandparents - still utterly devoted to each other after decades together. Seeing that enduring love made me wonder about their beginnings, the sparks that eventually grew into a lifetime of devotion.

From that moment, something clicked. I knew I had to become a wedding photographer. To witness the quiet, tearful joy of loved ones, the stolen glances between couples, the fleeting moments that feel infinite - this became my calling.