Instead, there’s a slightly unsharp subject and a crystal clear background. Something moved – possibly me. But it was intentional. Photography, for me, never started with control. It started when I stole my father’s camera.

One of the first photos I ever took shows him from below. Model in frame. Flash on — not too bad for a four year old. Of course, I had no idea what I was doing. I just knew I wanted to see what would happen if I pressed that shutter. This curiosity is still alive.

By nine or ten, I had my first real camera – a digital one gifted by my aunt. By twelve or thirteen, I was taking photos of everything. Most of them were bad. Too dark. Too fast. Too much. Too little. But they were honest. And they were paying attention. Later, somewhere along the way, I was supposed to become an expert. Have answers. A clear style. Confidence without doubt. That never really happened yet.

What happened instead is that I kept learning. Watching. Missing moments. Catching them when I didn’t expect to. I learned that the images I care about most don’t pose. They live. They move. They happen slightly off-center. So, I try to take my self not too seriously. But I take seriously what’s happening in front of me.

If you’re looking for perfection, I might not be your photographer. If you’re looking for images that feel real, alive, and human — we should talk. I’d love to hear from you.