I bought a camera thinking, “Yeah, this’ll be fun,” and—boom—just like that, I was hooked. What started as a simple way to capture the world around me quickly became an obsession. My relentless snapping turned into my signature move, like a magician pulling rabbits out of a hat—except my trick was freezing time, one click at a time.

Somehow, what started as a passion project turned into something bigger. People started noticing. Smiling. Feeling something. And just like that, my hobby became my thing.

Through it all—marriage, divorce, remarriage (because why not give love another shot?), raising five kids, earning my stripes as a grandma to three, trading the fast pace of NYC for the slightly-less-chaotic NJ, and even switching careers (cartography, of all things—yeah, I used to make maps!)—photography never left my side. It was my creative fuel, my therapy, my way of making sense of the beautiful mess called life.

When I’m not behind the camera, I’m usually buried in edits, juggling a million things at once (shoutout to ADHD for keeping life interesting), cracking dad-level jokes, spoiling my ridiculously pampered fur baby, or plotting my next big photo project.

Turns out, pressing pause on life’s best moments and getting to relive them over and over? Not a bad way to spend my time.