Why Choose Me to Be Your Family Photographer?

My clients are not transactional to me.

I know that's what every photographer probably says. But I mean it in a specific way. In the way that I think about the families I've worked with on random Tuesday afternoons, the way a particular kid's laugh will come back to me while I'm editing someone else entirely, the way I lose sleep over a gallery because I want it to feel exactly right for that specific mom, that specific family, that specific season they were living in when I showed up.

They are real, living, breathing, complicated, messy, intricate humans. Just like mine at home.

My fears are my clients' fears. The fear of forgetting. Of time moving faster than you can hold onto it. Of your mind going foggy one day and reaching for a memory that isn't quite there anymore. I share that fear with every mother I photograph. Not as a talking point but as a fact of my daily life. My own daughter is growing up in front of me, rebelliously and without warning, and some days the ache of it is so present I have to put the camera down and just breathe.

That's why I do this. And that fear - the one that lives in the chest of every mother I've ever met... that's what I'm here to help carry.

I've got this one. Let me take care of this one for you.

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The session that isn't going the way you planned.

Not every session is a breeze and I wouldn't want it to be.

There's a kind of pressure that lives in the idea of a perfect session. The planned outfits, the prepped kids, the golden light, everything going exactly right. I've watched moms arrive carrying that pressure like a second bag. And I've watched it start to crack the moment the youngest decides he's done.

That little boy - the one who's unsure what's happening, who maybe is regularly unsure what's happening, is clinging to his mom for dear life. Because she's his safe space. That is flesh that he breathes in when he needs to regulate. And that moment, the one that feels like the session falling apart, is the one I'm moving toward.

Because one day, many days from now, she would give anything to have it back. The weight of him. The specific way he needed her. The fact that she was his whole world and he was hers and neither of them fully knew it yet.

She was his tree. He was her little koala bear.

I love the messy, the not-neat, the moments that breathe and the breath in between it all. The parts of life that are so specific to one family they could never belong to anyone else. Those are the parts I'm looking for. They're almost always the best ones in the gallery.

PORTFOLIO

The book I couldn't put down.

I just finished Broken Country by Clare Leslie Hall — I listened on Audible and the narration wrecked me in the best way. There's a moment in it I haven't been able to shake.

A mother who lost her child too young, too unfairly young. All she had left was one photograph. And for a few pages, it went missing.

I felt my cortisol spike with hers. I was turning the pages faster. I wanted to reach into the book and help her look. When she found it I actually exhaled.

And then I sat with the ache of it. One photograph. One. I just kept thinking... I wish she had more.

Her fear of losing that photo came from the deepest well in the universe called love. She didn't want to forget. She didn't want to be forced to let go because the image was all she had left. That photograph was irreplaceable in a way that nothing else in her life could touch.

This job is vital. I don't take it for granted for one millisecond. We are part of history, of people's stories, the genealogy of family lines, right alongside the written and spoken word. And I will never stop feeling the weight of that.

What I want for you.

You deserve to remember these moments. Not just to have documented them - to actually remember what it felt like to be inside them. The way your partner looked at you when they didn't know you were watching. The way your kid laughed with their whole body. The way your family felt on an ordinary afternoon that you almost let slip past without marking.

You deserve to be seen. From all sides, all angles, in all the light, with all the emotions you actually have.

I promise I'm going to see you. Not the version that's holding everything together. The real one, loving your babies, holding your partner, being your actual self in the middle of your actual life.

That's what I'm here to find.

Tell me in the comments... what do you want to feel when you look at your images? How do you want to be seen? What would the perfect day look like, if someone was there to hold it for you? Because I want to be the one who paints it.

Searching for the good stuff. Finding it every time.

— S.A. Schinsky Photography

Photos: The Schinsky Family Session by Heather Nash Photography in Michigan, USA

2 Comments

Mar 31, 2025, 5:13:20 PM

Samantha Schinsky - Its been one of my favorite times on this adventure - watching your family grow.

Mar 26, 2025, 12:30:16 PM

Melissa - Sam, Thank you. For giving me more than just one photo to hold on too. More than just one memory from a time I was tooo tired to look around and see past all the diapers and laundry and the dishes and the tears. Thank you.

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