My evolution as a photographer was natural and predestined. I was born and raised in New York to creative parents — my mother a writer and my father an architect — so they naturally encouraged my artistic endeavors. My first camera was a Rolleiflex at a summer camp where I spent as much time in the darkroom as I did in the sunshine. My first inspiration to become a photographer were my father’s slides of European vacations. Every October, I couldn’t wait for my parents to come home to see my father’s cinematic magic as light pierced darkness from a Kodak Carousel tray across the living room onto a white screen. I can still hear the sound of each slide dropping as the tray moves forward. I double-majored in Anthropology and film at Vassar College before I knew I wanted to become a professional photographer: if you distill those subjects down in a demi-glace, it encapsulated my desire to deeply observe people and to express myself visually. After graduation, I received a photojournalism scholarship at San Francisco State University. For over 20 years, I honed my skills capturing peak moments and emotions and telling stories for national and international newspapers, magazines and wire services. The best part about shooting a wedding? How much love is in the air: everybody is glowing!