Me.

it all started when…

I was nearing ten years old when my dad became a beekeeper. In my parents sprawling farmstead, there was no end to freshly-minted hobbies, and beekeeping was the latest entry. This scared me because I have a fear of stinging insects from an incident with a hornet's nest years ago. Nevertheless, we now had several colonies of honeybees. Some time after that, my dad borrowed a video camera from my uncle. My older brother, a young teenager and by extension, tough guy, asked me to film him intentionally getting stung. I don’t remember the circumstances of that request, only that my fear of the bees melted away while I was pointing the camera.

While the footage from that day is long since lost, that simple act of holding a camera had a drastic effect on me. Before social media, video cameras were for hobbyist filmmakers and parents capturing soccer matches. It is obvious how ubiquitous cameras are now, but there’s a nostalgia attached to the times when tape was not endless and the lens was not always in your pocket.

In the decades since my brother coerced me into his teenage antics, I’ve filmed countless hours of everything I could- sunsets and timelapses, sailboats and airplanes, personal documentaries and public marketing pieces, corporate trainings and intimate weddings.

I’ve lived to capture moments and translate them to a narrative on a screen.