I always wanted to be an artist. While my brothers would pester our dad to take them to NY to see the Yankees, I would jump on the train to go to the Met.

There was only one problem. I couldn’t draw to save my life. Things were getting pretty ugly until I bought my first camera. Read More...

That’s when the fun began. Instead of facing an empty canvas for hours a day, I could face the world. I would drive to the mountains or New York and spend entire weekends just making pictures.

I went back to college and got my degree in art and then I faced my second major hurdle, a mountain of student loans. A teacher helped me get a paid internship at a newspaper and that’s pretty much all she wrote for the next fifteen years.

I loved working for newspapers. Not only were they paying me to take pictures, every day was different and exciting. I would spend one day with a homeless veteran and the next day with the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. I had box seats at the Yankees and floor seats at the Huskies. I traveled all around the world to places like Kosovo, Costa Rica and Mongolia.

But most of all I got to share and make incredible pictures during the most intimate and emotionally powerful moments of peoples lives, from graduations to hospital beds, from Little League championships to 100th birthdays, from backyard swings to Broadway openings.

I was able to get a job as a full-time staff photographer at a major metropolitan newspaper because I could make great photographs, but working for a newspaper taught me how to tell a story with pictures that could touch the lives of people all over the world. Telling these intimate and inspiring stories is my passion.

Three years ago, when my daughter was born I left my full-time job as a photojournalist to start my own studio. But making great pictures and telling stories with my photographs is still the heart and soul of my work. Now, I just work for myself.