03/04/2026
Performance photography comes with its own set of challenges.
I don’t get to choose where I sit.
I don’t get to control the lighting — it shifts from dark corners to blinding hot spots downstage center.
And the subjects? They’re in constant motion during performances that last three minutes or less.
Three minutes. That’s all.
But this weekend has never been about snapping as many photos as I can in a tiny window of time.
It’s slower than that. More intentional.
I watch for the breath before the leap.
The strength in the extension.
The split second where confidence takes over and they forget the audience is even there.
Because when they look at these images later, I don’t want them to just see what they did.
I want them to feel it.
Look at my leap.
Look at my arabesque.
Look at my stage presence.
Look at my artistry.
That’s me.
Sometimes they don’t fully know what they’re capable of until they see it frozen in front of them.
Sometimes the photograph is the proof.
And that moment — when they realize just how wonderfully amazing they are —
that’s the real reason I’m there.