Hey there, friend.
I’m so happy you’re here.
But really - I'm thinking that if you are here, that means we could be friends, because chances are it means you love the sweet connections and love and stories that life brings to us just as much as I do. And really, isn’t that the goal? To get the photos of those intimate and crazy wonderful moments that would happen in front of friends and family? That’s how this gets super fun.
I'm Abi. I live in Dallas, Texas with my husband, Charlie, and our little pup, Rudy. We both grew up in Cleveland, Ohio, but we are pretty much at home anywhere that we have good people. There is not much in this world that I love more than making friends of strangers and hearing other people's stories. In fact, I’ve started journaling because I have this aching feeling that if I have children, and if they are anything like me, they will be pestering us nonstop to tell them every little thing that happened before their existence. So now I write, so that when my mind is old, I can go back and read about all of the wonderfully kind people that we’ve met on our travels or that time that we were asked (very politely, of course!) to leave fake Canada in the Epcot World Showcase. – Yep, it happened. Don't worry about it now. You can ask me about it later, I promise.
I’m a photographer who wants to hear your story and cherish it right alongside you, capturing every little moment so that those nosy future generations can talk about how awesome you were. Fair warning: I cry at pretty much every singled wedding, and I have a definite tendency to squeal when I see anything beautiful or sweet through my lens. So when you lean over to sneak a sniff of your baby's head for that newborn babe smell, or when you reach your hand out just to make sure your sweets doesn't trip on her way up the stairs... ya that. That's when it gets me. These moments are REAL and FLEETING and some of them you wouldn't even remember if I asked you tomorrow - so I want to help. I want to give you reasons to remember what it felt like when he wiped that tear from your face, how your heart literally fell out when you saw her come down the aisle, and the way your baby looked around when the world was so new. I can’t wait to hear your story. So here is a little of mine to get us started…