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  • WELCOME!

    The camera and lens have always been a comfortable place for me. A place I can express what I can't put into words.

    "If I could tell the story in words, I wouldn't need to lug around a camera." - Lewis Hine

    For years I struggled with who I truly was. As I have watched my friends and clients through a lens, I began to feel more comfortable in my own skin. Then, I became a mother to two little girls and my feelings of simply being comfortable with who I was turned into a sense of belonging and pride. I want my girls to feel and understand it too. I go without makeup-they still tell me I'm beautiful. I forget things, make mistakes and offer apologies-they still love me. They desire my eyes locked with theirs, my arms around their bellies and my kisses upon their cheeks. I will always fight my negative inner thoughts of imperfection, but today I will focus on them amidst the glorious chaos.

    Embracing the chaos. Glorious chaos!

    As I began to embrace who I was, I began to embrace my niche of photography. It was not intentional, but after encouragement from a few dear friends, I began documenting families within their homes. I lose myself in your moments while documenting in-home sessions. There has never been a time I don't find myself smiling or tearing up behind the camera.

    Children are most natural in their own environment. It's rare that a child walks by their bed and doesn't pause to squeeze a lovie and it's inevitable that someone will need a boo boo kissed or sat in time out. There is so much beauty within the walls of your home. Beauty of daddies dancing with pig-tailed/one socked little girls in the living room. Movie night tents and exhausted mamas sitting on bubble soaked floors while babies play. Pancake making and Saturday morning bike rides. Capturing your lives truly makes my heart sing.

    I would love to document your family just as they are!
    ~Abbey

Precious Mason…{Tampa, FL fresh 48, lifestyle and family photographer}

So fresh and raw is the new life that fills a hospital room. A room that is typically cold and uninviting suddenly turns into a place of warmth and privacy where a family is already building memories. A room where you hesitatingly peek your head in the door with a smile of anticipation for what you are about to see before you. Maybe a little striped hat through a distorted plastic bassinet or a tiny arm or foot in the air.
The anticipation is high and then I see a mother. I melt. A mother has never appeared more beautiful through my lens until I saw her breathe deep in the morning light with her baby on her chest. Almost a euphoric state of contentment, joy and utter peace. Apparently this is the perfect recipe for beauty.

Boots, blackberries and bubbles…{Jacksonville FL lifestyle and family photographer}

Take a break with me for a minute to soak in this family. A family that is doing family so well.
Little boys that do summer time in their undies and rain boots.
Feeding their personally named chickens and picking blackberries with dirty little hands. (Not one of the berries made it back into the house)
Helping Daddy patch up a squirrel hole in the chicken coop and tree swinging in the front yard.
Building Legos for a little brother and learning how to perfect that sandwich creation in the kitchen with Mommy.

It may appear to be an ordinary day to some, but to a family that is trying so hard to invest every bit of goodness into their babies, it’s extraordinary. Filled with teaching opportunities and quality time. Isn’t that how a child spells love?

As a photographer who has finally found her niche, I come away confident this is where I should be and overwhelmed with joy that I was able to capture extraordinary and tender moments for another family. I know they will cherish each image.
As a mother, I come away refreshed and encouraged, yet desperately missing my own babies. Those moments are not just images to me when they are snapped. I can feel them. I feel the soapy bubbles and wet bathroom floor. I feel the little arms and legs wrapped tightly and the cracks of my arms begin to ache to hold my own. Every mother needs some time away once in a while to breathe deep. How grateful I am that my “outlet” only drives me back home.

Thank you for trusting me Michelle. Thank you for reminding me of what I love most.