When I was a kid, our family had one of those giant camcorders you had to lug around on your shoulder, recording everything onto VHS tapes. I don’t know if it was because he always brought it out during the holidays, but I vividly remember how much I loved watching my father film us. He recorded everything — candid moments, milestones, the in-between stuff that never feels important until it’s gone.
Looking back, he was our family historian. He was freezing time in small fragments, preserving memories that would have otherwise slipped away. Over the years, our family has replayed those tapes more times than I can count — and every time, we get to step back into our childhood like it happened yesterday.
When my first child was born, that feeling came rushing back. I felt a strong pull to create that same kind of archive for my own kids — something they could return to years from now and see their lives honestly preserved. I found myself constantly behind the camera. Somewhere along the way, I became the dad behind the lens.
What started as documenting my own family turned into a deep love for photography and videography, and eventually a focused skill set in storytelling through imagery. But the motivation never changed. I wasn’t chasing perfection — I was chasing truth, presence, and memory.
Today, that’s exactly how I approach my work. I don’t just take photos and videos — I help families create records of their lives that feel real, human, and timeless. In a sense, I’ve stepped into the same role my father once played for us:
Your family historian.
