Meet Tara Arrowood
San Francisco Photographer

More than 26 years behind the camera.
Still completely in love with the work.

A bride in a white wedding dress holding a bouquet of flowers, standing outdoors, while Tara Arrowood in glasses and black clothing helps her with her dress.

Sometimes this job has very little to do with photography.

THE PART YOU DON’T SEE IN THE PORTFOLIO

After more than two decades of photographing weddings, families and events, I know that taking care of people is part of the job.

At a wedding, I might fix the dress, carry the flowers, find the missing family member or quietly solve the little things that inevitably happen. With families, I know that children don't always listen to their parents, so I engage them, get their attention and make being photographed fun.

At a conference, I'm looking for far more than the expected speaker at the podium. I'm finding interesting angles, genuine interaction between colleagues, happy faces, great groups and the moments where people and company branding naturally come together.

Every situation is different, but the instinct is the same. I know how to read the room, when to give direction, when to create some energy and when to simply let a moment happen.

Because the best photographs happen when people are engaged in the experience, not thinking about the photographer.

Experience changes how you see a room.

I've photographed more than a thousand weddings and events, from intimate ceremonies and multi-day Indian celebrations to corporate conferences, milestone celebrations and family sessions. After that many, very little surprises me.

I know how to find beautiful light in a hotel ballroom, adjust quickly when a timeline changes, photograph a large family without turning portraits into an ordeal, and anticipate moments before they happen.


Experience doesn't make me rigid.
It allows me to be calm.

And calm is contagious.

A bride and groom kissing in front of the Roxie Theater in San Francisco, with photographer Tara Arrowood taking their picture on the street. A motorcycle rides by, and pedestrians are visible in the background.

Present when you need me. Invisible when you don't.

Some moments deserve direction. Others deserve to be left completely alone. I photograph both.

Portraits should feel effortless rather than overly posed, whether it's a couple at golden hour, a family together, or an executive between sessions. I'll step in when direction makes the photograph better, and step away when something real is unfolding.

I don't interrupt genuine moments to manufacture better photographs.

My work is true to color, rich in black and white, and intentionally timeless. I want your photographs to feel just as relevant twenty years from now as they do when you first see them.

A bride and groom walking hand in hand through a vineyard with a photographer following them, during a wedding photoshoot by Tara Arrowood at Viansa Sonoma.
A church interior during a wedding ceremony, with a priest at the altar, the bride and groom walking down the aisle, and guests seated and standing. Tara Arrowood and Martin are shooting stills and video.
A woman with long hair sitting on a park bench holding a small child on her lap while another woman kneels in front of them taking a photo with a camera. A woman with a bun hairstyle is also present, leaning in towards the woman on the bench. The scene is set outdoors with trees in the background.
Tara Arrowood taking a picture of a wedding party outdoors with trees in the background.
A woman and a man are posing for a photo in an elegant, classical building with ornate sculptures and architectural details. The woman is wearing a shiny, textured gown, and the man is in a suit with a boutonnière. Arrowood is taking their picture.

Artist’s daughter.
Engineer’s daughter.
Somehow, I became both.

HOW I GOT HERE

Tara Arrowood standing outdoors in a grassy field, wearing a large brown cowboy hat, a dark long-sleeved dress with lace details, and a scarf with a black and white leopard print pattern, smiling and holding her hat with one hand.

I finished an engineering degree in 1993 and spent the next few years quietly certain I'd chosen the wrong half of my brain. I moved to San Francisco, started assisting a wedding photographer in 1999, and by 2004 I'd left engineering behind entirely.

Photography turned out to need both: the technical precision I inherited from my father and the artist's eye I got from my mother.

Tara Arrowood kneeling outdoors, holding a camera, and looking up at a large horse with a white mane, against a blurred background.

HORSES

Photographing horses grew into passion projects, fine art, and work that helps bring awareness to horses in need.

My happy place
Travis Pynn and Tara Arrowood sitting on a large fallen tree trunk in a park, each holding a French Bulldog, with a natural park background of trees and dirt ground.

HOME

El Granada, California, with Travis and an unreasonable number of French bulldogs.

Our Family
Tara Arrowood and Travis Pynn's wedding at Burning Man. Travis is wearing a wide-brimmed hat stand together outdoors in a desert landscape. Two bicycles, each decorated with plush animal toys and flowers, are in front of them.
Burning Man

FOLLOW YOUR HEART

We met, fell in love, and three years later went back to get married at the scene of the crime.

YOUR STORY, IN MOTION

Meet Martin.

A couple getting married outdoors in a garden on a sunny day. The woman is in a white wedding dress holding a bouquet, and the man is in a black suit. Videographer Martin is kneeling on the grass taking pictures.

Martin Meyer has been my trusted filmmaking partner for years. His cinematic eye and quiet approach complement the way I photograph a day, allowing photography and film to work together rather than compete for the same moments.

Together, we offer one cohesive visual team for weddings and for events that deserve to be remembered in motion.

EXPLORE FILMS

I still believe photographs become more valuable with time.

AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

A wedding, a milestone, a company’s biggest year. These photographs become part of someone’s history. I never lose sight of what they may come to mean.