From Me to You

I am a big proponent of honesty being the best policy. Not just taking the blame for eating the last piece of chocolate cake instead of blaming it on your brother (we have all been there), but also pouring yourself out in a vulnerable way. So, in true Abby fashion, I am going to be honest.

The only reason this blog is here is because I locked myself out of my other blog.

Yes, it is true. I forgot my password to the blog I have been writing since junior high and I am locked out until further notice. (Way to go, Abby.) After pounding my head against the wall for 30 minutes and throwing the pity party of the century, I realized it actually was not a big deal because hey, I own my own website! I can write things down there too! So here I am.

Here's another secret for you: writing is my first love. Photography entered my life through God's grace and perfect timing when I was in junior high, but writing has consistently been a habit I have practiced since I was a young girl. I have journals dating back to elementary school where I scribbled down thoughts about life, Jesus, boys and everything in between. While those journals are awesome, they live in a box under my bed. No one will ever read them which breaks my heart, not because I think people need to hear what I have to say, but because maybe, just maybe, someone out there needs to know it is okay to lay your honest heart on the table for the world to know. The pictures I take are just light being captured with people standing in the midst of it. No photo can reveal the whole truth. Words matter because without stories, other people appear to have perfect lives. In reality, life is messy and crazy and confusing at times. While there is beauty there is also pain. We have to acknowledge both of those parts and face them with equal amounts of courage.

 Exhibit A that photos  need  stories to accompany them. I made it to Camp Muir and it was amazing and beautiful but also hard and frustrating. I cried three times. But I made it! Life is so good. (And my dad is so loving.)

Exhibit A that photos need stories to accompany them. I made it to Camp Muir and it was amazing and beautiful but also hard and frustrating. I cried three times. But I made it! Life is so good. (And my dad is so loving.)

So, my friends, I hope that this little portion of my business will be like a love note from me to you. As I walk through photography, college, teaching, and everything in between, I am anxious to see how God wants to use my life and my words. Until then, this corner of the interwebs is for community, honesty and hope. May you find it here and in your "real" life as well.

Love, Abby