I’ve been circling the Sun long enough to know two things: time moves fast, and I’m terrible at acting my age.

I still dress like it’s 2005, still claim pop-punk never died, and still swear that 1990 was twenty years ago. Growing up? Yeah, that ship sailed and sank somewhere near Brighton.

What stuck around is the energy — the same one that got me into photography in the first place. It’s taken me to wild places, dropped me into stranger stories, and introduced me to people I’ll never forget. Weddings, gigs, road trips — all of it fuel for the fire.

I don’t take any of it for granted. Every wedding’s a new soundtrack, every couple a new chorus. My job’s just to catch it before it fades — the wild, the real, the you.