Field notes
An evolving record of the textures, tones, and the certain slants of light that make your stories yours.
These are the little threads that weave your life together — the slow Sunday mornings, the barefoot kitchen dances, the way the seasons shape your days.
Stories gathered like wildflowers, one moment at a time.
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Does pooping in the yard count as potty training? Asking for a friend. [Okay, fine, for my kid. But also a little for myself, because I’m still not sure how the handbook I never read would categorize that one.] One second, he was running barefoot through the grass, shouting about sticks, and the next… well, […]
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9/27/25
“GIMMIE THAT GARBAGE!!!” That’s what my toddler has been screaming in the backseat for the last two weeks. Not because he is asking for actual garbage (though, I wouldn’t put it past him), but because Danny Go has (an admittedly catchy) song that now lives rent-free in our house, our car, and in my head. No one […]
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8/30/25
(Alternatively, a case for killing time.) Last Monday, my son and I walked to the farm stand across the street. It’s a short walk — 0.3 miles door to door. Normally, it’s a ten-minute errand. Monday? It took us an hour. We stopped to watch the chickens. We picked up rocks. We threw them in […]
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7/26/25
I was scrolling through the notes app on my phone — the graveyard of half-baked thoughts, grocery lists, and voice-to-text ramblings — when I found this: “Sincerely A for June: What a sex podcast taught me about parenting.” No other context. No links. No elaboration. Just that. I wish I could tell you what I […]
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6/28/25
(Featuring a toddler, a tennis ball, and the newest way I capture family stories.) …And there I was, watching my son collapse into tears on the floor (you know the way their legs just stop working when they cry) because he thought I was being unreasonable. He wanted to throw tennis balls at the TV. Me? I […]
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5/23/25
When should I stop listening to smutty fantasy (read: raunchy sex scenes) in the car with my toddler in the backseat? Asking for a friend. A friend who recently said “Ah sh*t” in front of her kiddo when she banged her toe into her coffee table and then he immediately started chanting “Mommy ah sht, mommy ah sh*t” like […]
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4/26/25
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Becoming a mother transformed the way I see and photograph the world — with a slowed-down feel focused on the sensory story of a life well-lived and even-more-loved.
I’m drawn to mediums that ask us to slow down—to notice light, rhythm, and what’s unfolding instead of what’s posed.
This is not curated perfection. This is memory made visible.
My style behind the lens: Whether I'm looking for bugs with your kiddos, snuggling your newborn while you change outfits, or exploring Vermont nature with you and your love, your session will feel fun, effortless, and like you're hanging with a friend.
My style behind the image: With a nod to classic film and a vibrant punch, my photography style is a little grainy, a little earthy, and always nostalgic.
My style behind the books: When I'm not taking your picture, I'm probably snuggled up with my dogs, my kiddo, and a spicy romantic fantasy novel (IYKYK).
a Vermont family and intimate wedding photographer who believes in preserving the texture of a loved-in life.
Hi, I'm Ali.
photographer / field notetaker / keeper of the blur
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Becoming a mother transformed the way I see and photograph the world — with a slowed-down feel focused on the sensory story of a life well-lived and even-more-loved.
I photograph the loose curl, the soft thunder of little feet, the vows said through tears with your toes in the moss.
This is not curated perfection. This is memory made visible.
a Vermont family and wedding photographer who believes in preserving the texture of a lived-in life.
Hi, I'm Ali.
photographer / field notetaker / keeper of the blur
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We all have a different story to tell. No two sessions, elopements, or weddings are the same and creating a final gallery that feels like you requires a photographer who puts in the time to learn your rhythms.
Explore past Vermont weddings, elopements, and family storytelling photography (think growing bellies, motherhood, and life with littles).
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blur = love language
contact: light. commitment: full
romance, but make it VT
holding a bloom. growing another
a certain slant of light
We all have a different story to tell.
No two sessions, elopements, or weddings are the same and creating a final gallery that feels like you requires a photographer who puts in the time to learn your love story.
Explore past Vermont weddings, elopements, and family storytelling photography (think lovers, mamas, mamas-to-be, and families).
Stories Written In Dirt & Daylight
