I’ve been obsessed with photos for as long as I can remember. As a child, I would spend hours flipping through both grandmothers’ albums of memories, asking about every frame. More than just what was printed on paper, I wanted to know why they took that particular picture and how they felt in the moment.

Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that photographs need to look a certain way or be of certain subjects. In chasing that idea, I drifted from the curiosity that first drew me to this artform.

My grandmothers took snapshots: quick, imperfect, but personally powerful. They weren’t about technique. They were about memory and preserving a fleeting structure of time and place. Those images taught me that photographs connect us to who we are, what we value, and what we might lose.

One day I want to pass to my son an album filled with what I saw in the world, what it meant to me, and what it says about the things we’re building and leaving behind.

I believe there are moments worth capturing everywhere, all the time. My hope is that when you look at my work, you don’t just see my moment. I hope you feel your own.