I was mopping floors in a synagogue when the photographer didn’t show up. In that moment, I stepped out of the shadows, grabbed my old camera, and said yes. This is the story of how I went from janitor to photographer, in the middle of a Brit Milah, with nothing but faith, grit, and a Canon Rebel in my trunk.

Before I ever held a camera, I held a mop.
In the quiet halls of Canada’s largest synagogue, scrubbing floors and serving strangers, I learned the lessons that no classroom, no book, and no photo workshop could ever teach me. This is the story of how the Almighty prepared me for purpose—through exhaustion, silence, and a divine dance between light and shadow.