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.

So you want to be a wedding photographer? This isn’t just about pretty pictures — it’s about pressure, precision, and presence. In this raw, no-fluff post, I break down the truth behind starting in this industry, why assisting is your golden ticket, and how to build a career that actually lasts. If you're ready to stop guessing and start learning the real way — this is for you.