The Day I Almost Walked Away From Photography.
It was 2023. I had just shot my biggest event yet — a luxury ruracio in Meru. The clients loved the photos. The family cried watching the video. And driving home that night, I was completely empty.
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I had spent three years building this. Saving for gear. Pulling all-nighters editing on a laptop that overheated every twenty minutes. Convincing skeptical relatives that "photographer" was actually a career.
And on the night that should have felt like a win, I sat in my car for forty minutes wondering if I'd made the wrong choice.
Here's what I've learned since: the doubt doesn't mean you're on the wrong path. It means you care enough about the work to question it.
That ruracio was the turning point. The bride's mother called me a week later — voice shaking — to say the video made her late husband feel present at her daughter's ceremony. He had passed two years before. She watched it eleven times.
That's when I understood. We're not just taking pictures. We're building time machines. Memory keepers. Proof that beautiful things really did happen.
So no, I didn't walk away. And every single day since, when I pick up the camera, I remember why.




