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I will document any time in your life. From the gigantic moments, to the mundane ones. Big weddings. Intimate elopements. A family adventure outdoors. Hanging out by the ocean. Making pancakes with your children at breakfast. The birth of your child. No moment is too big or too small to document if it is something you want to be catapulted back into when you grow older. Just like every life story isn’t the same, none of my galleries will ever be the exact same. I want to evolve and change when the feeling comes. I want what I am creating to show the story and emotion true to the day, and our vision. My images won’t always have the same editing consistency. And I don’t want them to! We will work together to create beautiful and unique keepsakes for you to hold onto and pass down for years to come.

I am always happy share full galleries upon request!

Riley + Monica 9.20.25 🤍🥂 Pt. I

I have no words right now for a caption, besides I will be posting this wedding on my feed for a while. 

@hampshirehouse 
@bostonbridalhairandmakeup 
@thesocialjac 

#hampshirehouse #hampshirehousewedding #boston #wedding #weddingphotographers #bostonweddingphotographer #bostonwedding #bostonpublicgarden #bostonweddingphotography

Riley + Monica 9.20.25 🤍🥂 Pt. I

I have no words right now for a caption, besides I will be posting this wedding on my feed for a while.

@hampshirehouse
@bostonbridalhairandmakeup
@thesocialjac

#hampshirehouse #hampshirehousewedding #boston #wedding #weddingphotographers #bostonweddingphotographer #bostonwedding #bostonpublicgarden #bostonweddingphotography
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I stared at this photo I took at an engagement session. I found myself drawn to it, but with a heavy feeling in my chest. We all perceive images in our own ways, sometimes depending on where we are at. The reflections have solid feet to stand on, but then the rest is blurred and imperfect. It makes me think of the way memories of the ones we miss remain. Altered, elusive, never as solid as when they were here. When you lose someone they’re absent in the physical sense, but their presence lingers in shadows, in traces, in us. The way we grieve whether it’s through silence, storytelling, anger, tenderness reveals parts of who we are. And forces us to reflect and look at our own selves.

On Friday my brother Bo would have been 36. He left this world at 19 because life felt too overwhelming for him. The years haven’t made it easier, only harder, because I miss more of what should have been.

I miss his electric laugh, the way his fang teeth showed when he smiled. I miss his hugs that felt like soft glue because he held on extra long. I miss how he could make everyone laugh, even while he was struggling alone in silence. The hole he left in my heart, in our family, will never close.

These past few years have been a rollercoaster, and lately I’ve felt like it’s one thing after another. There are days I feel like I’m sinking, sometimes by my own doing. Sometimes because of the world around me. But I remind myself that I’m alive and I hold my own unique power. And because I’m alive, I get to feel it all. The good and the bad. The pain and the joy. The beauty and the fears and the heartbreak. I’d still rather feel everything than to feel nothing. Bo has made me realize that. He always felt intensely like me. Through his absence I’ve learned that even in suffering, it’s worth it to keep going. And that there is always something to live for or look forward to.

September is Suic!de Prevention Month. If you’re struggling please know you are not alone. You are loved, even when it feels impossible to believe. Even when you think you don’t deserve it. For Bo, and for all the names carried in love and memory, I’ll keep speaking his name. 🤍💜🕊️

I stared at this photo I took at an engagement session. I found myself drawn to it, but with a heavy feeling in my chest. We all perceive images in our own ways, sometimes depending on where we are at. The reflections have solid feet to stand on, but then the rest is blurred and imperfect. It makes me think of the way memories of the ones we miss remain. Altered, elusive, never as solid as when they were here. When you lose someone they’re absent in the physical sense, but their presence lingers in shadows, in traces, in us. The way we grieve whether it’s through silence, storytelling, anger, tenderness reveals parts of who we are. And forces us to reflect and look at our own selves.

On Friday my brother Bo would have been 36. He left this world at 19 because life felt too overwhelming for him. The years haven’t made it easier, only harder, because I miss more of what should have been.

I miss his electric laugh, the way his fang teeth showed when he smiled. I miss his hugs that felt like soft glue because he held on extra long. I miss how he could make everyone laugh, even while he was struggling alone in silence. The hole he left in my heart, in our family, will never close.

These past few years have been a rollercoaster, and lately I’ve felt like it’s one thing after another. There are days I feel like I’m sinking, sometimes by my own doing. Sometimes because of the world around me. But I remind myself that I’m alive and I hold my own unique power. And because I’m alive, I get to feel it all. The good and the bad. The pain and the joy. The beauty and the fears and the heartbreak. I’d still rather feel everything than to feel nothing. Bo has made me realize that. He always felt intensely like me. Through his absence I’ve learned that even in suffering, it’s worth it to keep going. And that there is always something to live for or look forward to.

September is Suic!de Prevention Month. If you’re struggling please know you are not alone. You are loved, even when it feels impossible to believe. Even when you think you don’t deserve it. For Bo, and for all the names carried in love and memory, I’ll keep speaking his name. 🤍💜🕊️
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I call this photo “a super-mom snacking while preparing nourishment for 3 newborn babies while also taking care of 2 toddlers under the age of 3 and this may be her only break today.” 

I left this session in awe of what some women are capable of. Ashley, you are such an inspiration. This was the last picture I took from this triplet newborn session and it’s my favorite. 

P.S. I’ll never forget the sound of a pumping machine.

I call this photo “a super-mom snacking while preparing nourishment for 3 newborn babies while also taking care of 2 toddlers under the age of 3 and this may be her only break today.”

I left this session in awe of what some women are capable of. Ashley, you are such an inspiration. This was the last picture I took from this triplet newborn session and it’s my favorite.

P.S. I’ll never forget the sound of a pumping machine.
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and when you get tired of this town, let me know we can go somewhere brand new 🫶⛰️🤍✈️

and when you get tired of this town, let me know we can go somewhere brand new 🫶⛰️🤍✈️ ...

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I drove to the nearest camera store while on a family vacation and asked if they had any film cameras. A woman started pulling out digitals—I gently told her they weren’t film, and she said, “Let me get the camera guy.” Out comes Jim, smiling in a plaid shirt. He’s that type of person that stays smiling while speaking. I’d already noticed photos of him around the store in the same kind of shirt at different ages. He helped me find a camera, chatted with me about the shop—he’d just sold it after 30 years. He introduced me to the new owner, smiling but firm: “It’ll stay a camera store for another 30 years, right?” She laughed and agreed. (I silently thought, “She better.”) We talked photography and how it’s changed over the years. I told him I had a potential old darkroom in my basement but was still on the hunt for a working enlarger, and he held his finger up. He brought out a wooden box holding a vintage manual from 1908 on film developing and a working enlarger—both gifts from him. “You’ll appreciate it,” he said, with a wink to the new owner, “it’s okay I do this right?.” He asked if people my age still liked film. I said yes some still do. I told him how grateful I was for the chat, his store, generosity, and the experience. Before leaving, I loaded film into my new used camera and asked to take a portrait of him to start off my roll—he told me what settings to put on, and then smiled proudly.

Sometimes it’s the unexpected moments and spontaneous decisions that make the best memories. So Jim is getting a spot on my feed. 🎞️📷

I drove to the nearest camera store while on a family vacation and asked if they had any film cameras. A woman started pulling out digitals—I gently told her they weren’t film, and she said, “Let me get the camera guy.” Out comes Jim, smiling in a plaid shirt. He’s that type of person that stays smiling while speaking. I’d already noticed photos of him around the store in the same kind of shirt at different ages. He helped me find a camera, chatted with me about the shop—he’d just sold it after 30 years. He introduced me to the new owner, smiling but firm: “It’ll stay a camera store for another 30 years, right?” She laughed and agreed. (I silently thought, “She better.”) We talked photography and how it’s changed over the years. I told him I had a potential old darkroom in my basement but was still on the hunt for a working enlarger, and he held his finger up. He brought out a wooden box holding a vintage manual from 1908 on film developing and a working enlarger—both gifts from him. “You’ll appreciate it,” he said, with a wink to the new owner, “it’s okay I do this right?.” He asked if people my age still liked film. I said yes some still do. I told him how grateful I was for the chat, his store, generosity, and the experience. Before leaving, I loaded film into my new used camera and asked to take a portrait of him to start off my roll—he told me what settings to put on, and then smiled proudly.

Sometimes it’s the unexpected moments and spontaneous decisions that make the best memories. So Jim is getting a spot on my feed. 🎞️📷
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Ok trying to post this cutie again. This is not AI even though weirdo @instagram is saying it is.

Ok trying to post this cutie again. This is not AI even though weirdo @instagram is saying it is. ...

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ONE WEEK until my bestie Kerry and her person Andrew make it official on Valentine’s Day! I’m just gonna take a *little* credit for this one—if it weren’t for me, they never would’ve connected from that snowy day in 2002 when we made a snowman on Andrew’s lawn (my neighbor) and ran away like a couple of hooligans. (It’s the little things that make history, right?) Fast forward to years later, and after some time apart, they reunited and have built a strong loving partnership. Started playing pool in Andrew’s basement as kids—and here we are celebrating their story at a speakeasy, shooting pool like old times (this session was actually almost a year ago to show how many galleries I haven’t posted yet 😅). ANYWAYS, I always feel like I ramble on captions but I am so happy for these two and can’t wait for this EPIC wedding. Love you both!! 💌

ONE WEEK until my bestie Kerry and her person Andrew make it official on Valentine’s Day! I’m just gonna take a *little* credit for this one—if it weren’t for me, they never would’ve connected from that snowy day in 2002 when we made a snowman on Andrew’s lawn (my neighbor) and ran away like a couple of hooligans. (It’s the little things that make history, right?) Fast forward to years later, and after some time apart, they reunited and have built a strong loving partnership. Started playing pool in Andrew’s basement as kids—and here we are celebrating their story at a speakeasy, shooting pool like old times (this session was actually almost a year ago to show how many galleries I haven’t posted yet 😅). ANYWAYS, I always feel like I ramble on captions but I am so happy for these two and can’t wait for this EPIC wedding. Love you both!! 💌 ...

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some view nature not as just a backdrop, but as a powerful healing force of divinity that shapes our emotions, inspires creativity, and reminds us of the interconnectedness of all life

some view nature not as just a backdrop, but as a powerful healing force of divinity that shapes our emotions, inspires creativity, and reminds us of the interconnectedness of all life ...

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