Hey There,
I'm Conrad. The face behind the camera.
I grew up tagging along to high school events, camera in hand, courtesy of my yearbook instructor mom. It was less about being a tiny paparazzi and more about seeing the world from angles others missed. Bend, Oregon, my hometown, instilled in me a profound love for the wild outdoors—a love that only deepened amidst the scenery of Malibu during my years at Pepperdine.
In my senior year at Pepperdine University, I faced an unexpected turn: the Woolsey fire burned my home. After processing the loss, the insurance money became not just compensation, but a beacon. It allowed me to invest in a long-simmering passion for photography. With that insurance money, I bought my camera—a commitment to cherishing the transient moments of life, and a testament to resilience and reinvention.
This camera soon became a witness to the warmth, trust, and unspoken stories of weddings. It wasn't just about taking photos—it was about absorbing the emotions, being present, and, in doing so, finding my calling.
When I’m not behind the lens, you’ll find me immersed in the week's hobby, be it tennis, skiing, or throwing pottery on a wheel. A perpetual chase for the new, for the exhilarating.
Above all, I’m someone who deeply believes in the power of genuine human connections. It’s these bonds that enrich our individual lives and make the world a more understanding, warmer place. Building relationships with my clients is more than a job perk—it's a passion. The most memorable weddings I've captured? The ones where, as the night winds down, I walk away not just as a photographer, but as a cherished friend. Let's create moments together.
So, ready to capture some magic? Let’s make it happen.
Pictured above left to right:
Baby Conrad ➜ I was raised by my loving family in Sunriver, OR. I've got the sweetest sister who, if you can't tell by the photo, loves me very much.
Hot Spring Soaker ➜ Let's be real, the only reason to tolerate the smell of natural hot springs is the incredible images that come out of a sunrise dip. The Sierra (not Sierras—look it up) are a place where I can go to feel free).
The Skier ➜ Why is sliding down a hill with a pair of sticks on your feet so much fun? The world may never know, but I'm doing my best to conduct as much research as possible.