Abbey Saxton Photography bio picture

    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!

Henry & Arthur…{Tampa FL lifestyle and family photographer}

I’m breaking my blogging silence with these gorgeous bothers because this lifestyle session makes my heart so happy. I’m not sure if it’s these sweet boys’ little faces or knowing that Caroline is embracing every moment in this stage in motherhood. It is apparent with every image that she is so deep in love. The smell of Arthur’s hair and the squish of his rolls. The way Arthur is growing but he’s still so much her baby.

Caroline and Pete opted out of a traditional newborn session and waited until Arthur was about a month old for his first session. I personally love this idea. For my style of photography, I have found that older infants sleep much better than newborns once they content and if they don’t ever fall asleep, it’s not the end all be all. They love being close to mom and smile when they hear her voice. By a month old, they start to take on their own little personalities, their cheeks begin to fill out and they can focus on that big black camera and lady with crazy hair in front of them.

We took a few hours within Caroline and Pete’s home and simply did nothing. It’s always so wonderful when nothingness turns into “amazingness”.  Henry was still down for his afternoon nap when I arrived so we took some quality time with Arthur since he was the main reason for my visit. We focused on the little things like Caroline rocking in the afternoon light and Pete relaxing on the couch with him. Then once Henry woke up, we did a little coloring and I think we had a blast together.

On a side note…I haven’t boycotted blogging. Turning out client galleries have taken a front row seat these days, but I’m working on getting back into the swing of things.


For those…{Tampa FL lifestyle photographer}

I spend practically every weekend admiring women through a lens. Women that are compassionate and strong willed. Dreamers and entrepreneurs. Some are grieving and treading water. Others are at a mountain top taking in the view and offering their advice to ones still climbing. I have found that the majority of us (including myself) just don’t want to be alone in this walk of motherhood. We crave that wink from the grandmother behind us in the grocery store line telling us, “You’re doing ok. You’ll make it.”  We can’t wait to call our mother, sister or best friend to recite the funny 4 year old comment no one else would laugh at. We text each other from our bathroom floors while we hide for 2 minutes of peace during the gang green hour as we hold back tears of exhaustion and guilt. We show up at front doors with wine, coffee and chocolate on the normal days. We show up with Gatorade, soup and bleach on the sick days. We grieve with each other. Desire for each other. Celebrate with each other.

For the 3 am-ers, boo boo kissers, tear wipers.
For the hairdressers, short order cookers, taxi drivers.
For the pb&j makers, personal jungle gymers, sideline cheerleaders, last minute homework completers.
For the midnight rockers, snot nose wipers, floor pacers, fierce defenders of wrong-doers.
For the personal shoppers, pinky-finger holders, pray-in-the-doorway, squishy thigh squeezers.
For the shoe tie-ers, sock finders, hiney wipers, 1,2,3 discipliners.
For the hip holders, teeth brushers, toodler bed sleepers.
For the hurry to bed snugglers, bigger bed upgraders, give up and sleep on the floorers.
For the college savers, first car buyers, wedding dreamers.
For the bridal gown purchasers, first dance cryers, multiple phone calls a day advice givers.
For the c-sectioners, naturals, grow in your hearters.
For the eat while you standers, arms around waist consolers, freshly bathed hair breathers.
For the work all day, up all nighters, dance on your toers, let’s have one more-er.
For the wishers this stage would be over, for the wisher it would never end, for the wishers to go back.
For the broken, angel grievers, clinging to hope-ers.

These are just a few of my favorites that stand out in my mind, including a few my hubby has snapped of my life.

Happy Mother’s Day.