12/08/2025
At 30, I bought a camera.
And it turned out to be the most important decision of my life.
I didn’t know it then, but that small moment would carry me through the highest and lowest years of my entire decade. That camera gave me a purpose, a career, a home, and a way to see beauty in the world long before I could see it in myself.
Through my 30s, I built everything from scratch—
a business, a brand, a house, a chapel, a life I was proud of.
I traveled to 17 countries, photographed hundreds of couples, and stood inside more love stories than I can count.
And then at 38, everything I knew cracked open.
I lost a partner, two businesses, a future I thought was mine, a sense of trust, and the version of me who believed she had it all figured out.
For a while, I couldn’t see a way forward.
But I still had my camera.
And somehow… that kept me going.
At 39, I rebuilt myself in ways I never expected.
I traveled alone—Italy, Greece, Egypt, Turkey, Cyprus.
I went home to my family again and again.
I learned new skills, spent days in the darkroom, made my house into a home, painted my walls pink, walked miles alone, and slowly remembered who I was before heartbreak tried to unmake me.
And now at 40…
I finally see her.
The woman who rose.
Not because life stayed easy, but because she refused to stop living when it got hard.
I’m proud of this decade.
Proud of the love I witnessed.
Proud of the art I’ve made.
Proud of the strength I found when everything fell apart.
And proud of every couple who trusted me to tell their story while I was rewriting my own.
So if this finds you at the beginning of your journey, or in the middle of your heartbreak, or somewhere in-between:
keep going.
You have no idea how much your life can change from one small decision.
At 30, I bought a camera.
It was very important that I did.
If you made it reading this far, thank you for being part of this story.
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