I'm Michael.

I bought my first camera, a Canon Rebel T6i, to photograph the street. Strangers, doorways, the way light landed on a corner at four in the afternoon. I wasn't trying to start a business. I was trying to learn how to find emotion in something ordinary.

Then a close friend asked me to shoot his wedding in Georgia. I said yes mostly out of love. That day cracked something open. I came back understanding that the camera could do something more than record a place. It could hold a moment that would have otherwise disappeared.

I'd been shooting on my own time for years by then. I founded Taramona Photography in 2020 with a simple intention: tell the truth of a day in pictures. The work grew. We added film. We added content. We started covering live events. The name became Taramona Productions because the original word couldn't carry all of it anymore. I shoot roughly fourteen weddings a year now. I've made portraits for national magazines, photographed real estate listings, newborns in their first hours, and once, the seventy-fifth birthday of a man who'd hired me to do his portrait the week before he died.

We've had the chance to cover stories larger than our own, from the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade to commercial work for Portillo's to the press coverage the day they rang the bell at Nasdaq. Those days taught us scale. Weddings taught us patience. Both taught us how to disappear when the moment needs us to.

What I've learned is small but stubborn. The flower girl tugging on her grandfather's sleeve. The mother of the bride seeing the dress for the first time. The groom mouthing "I love you" to his sister across the room before anyone else has noticed she's crying.

I keep my camera in my hand. I don't talk much during your day. I show up early and stay late. I edit on my own time, in a quiet room, with the same care I'd want for my own family's pictures.