There’s this moment right before a car launches—cams thumping, turbo spooling, rolling into the beams, the first lights of the Christmas Tree illuminating. The moment when the crowd holds their breath like it’s the final lap of the apocalypse. That’s where I lived.

Right on the edge of the burnout box. Camera in one hand, adrenaline surging through my veins.

That was my favorite moment. Both behind the lens, and in the driver’s seat. I always called it the moment before the moment.

The driver’s finger on the transbrake. The air thick with fuel, stinging your eyes. The smoke from the burnout box hanging like a fog in the air, practically stealing your breath. The engine’s idle pounding through your chest like a second heartbeat. A stillness so full of tension it practically snapped the air in half.

That moment?
That’s what I chased.
And funny enough—weddings aren’t all that different.

People think weddings are quiet and gentle. Sometimes they are. But most of the time? They’re a high-stakes, emotionally-charged sprint—unrepeatable and unforgettable.

You get one shot at the groom’s face when she walks down the aisle. One chance at that tear before it’s wiped away. There’s no redo. No “walk back and cry again.” It’s fast. Fleeting. And if you blink, it’s gone.

I don’t follow the crowd—not in racing, not in photography. I shoot what makes my adrenaline spike, because that’s where the emotion lives. And it turns out, when I capture what gives me chills? It gives other people chills too.

Weddings. Racing. Fire. Love.

It’s all about the moment before the moment.
And I’ll be there for yours—camera steady, heart pounding, ready to capture the spark that starts it all.

Want a wedding photographer who’s been in the fire and knows how to find the flame?
Let’s talk.