family history Archives

May

Why Prints Are Important

Imagery has evolved greatly over the last few decades—both in terms of what we capture and how we capture it. Today’s images are some of the most beautiful, detail-oriented, thought-provoking, history-preserving images we have. Yet, they are literally disappearing right before our eyes.

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Why It’s More Important Now Than Ever to Print

In 1900, if a camera captured one exposure, that single image was developed. In 1980, if a camera captured 24 exposures, all 24 images were developed. Heck, even if someone opted for the super-sized roll of film that had room for 36 exposures, all 36 images were developed.

We have been in a consumer digital age roughly since the mid-1990’s. And that folks, is about when we stopped printing. People take hundreds and thousands of images, but they never give those images enough respect to print them. These images, which should be cherished and respected and protected, live out their days on a phone, hard drive or thumb drive never to see the light of day… or in this case… the light of a dark room or digital press. Many are forgotten, lost and eventually become corrupt because they are never given the glory of being printed.

Many scholars are deeply concerned that even though we are living in the most photographed time period in history, we will have the fewest actual printed photographs per capita to document our history. Think about that. That’s scary. My family has a few good-sized boxes of photographs that we occasionally rummage through to reminisce. My daughters’ generation may not know what it’s like siting around a table, sorting through memories talking about the good ol’ days.

MySpace® was founded in 2003 and Facebook® quickly followed in 2004 and so began the digital cataloging of our lives. Everything we did was posted for the world to see… who we were with, what we were doing, what we were eating even! Instagram® joined the printing massacre in 2010. Deepening the wounds of the printed relic, we’ve succumbed to the “story.” In 2011, SnapChat® was the first to float the idea of the “temporary photo.” Now almost every social media platform has a way to post a story that will only be available for 24 hours. Think of all your personal history that is only available for 24 hours. We are now living in a disappearing digital age—which brings me back to my original point.

It’s more important now than ever to print!! Be the one that does document your legacy! Don’t fall victim to the photographer who only offers digital files. Hire a full-service photographer. You may think you’re getting a fantastic deal and saving money by hiring a photographer who is going to hand you a disk of images. Well, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you are not. YOU ARE NOT. This is a huge disservice to you. This is hiring someone to ONLY do half of their job. It’s like going to a top, five-star restaurant and asking the chef for all the ingredients to their Paupiette of Sea Bass in a Barolo Sauce and then promptly marching home to your own kitchen. Not smart, people.

This is a wedding image of my mother and both grandmothers. Everyone in this image is deceased. Everyone in this image was deceased by the time I turned 26. They passed away, from left to right, when I was 26, 21 and 3. Even though this image is badly damaged (and maybe a tad out of focus), I treasure it. Immensely. You could not offer me any amount of money to make me give up this photograph… any amount. I have the physical print because someone had the forethought to hire a professional, full-service photographer at my parents’ wedding and PRINT this image. I am thankful. I am very thankful that is wasn’t stowed away in some digital format that eventually became obsolete or corrupt and lost forever. I am eternally grateful that my great-grandchildren will know the face of my dear mother and grandmothers because I have printed pictures.

This is a picture of my mom, two of her sisters—my aunts and, I believe, one of my great-aunts. Again, I wouldn’t have this picture if someone would not have printed it and actually preserved the moment. Placing 700 wedding day images on a DVD is not image preservation.

the importance of printing wedding images

All your wedding day creatives are important—they truly are. But think about what is really important to you. Are the personalized embroidered hankies you’re gifting to each guest really important? Do the tablescapes really matter all that much? While a lot of fun, are the photo booth props going to document your family legacy? In the end, the only thing you are keeping and passing down from generation to generation to tell your life’s story and your love story are your images. Choose your photographer wisely and make a smart investment in your printed images!

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Aug

Dad and His Dozer

Family history says that Dad started his dozer operating days at the 27,000-acre 74 Ranch in the very early-70s. I remember the first bulldozer my dad owned. In the 70’s and already 20 years old, it was a 1950’s model Cat D2… if you’re not familiar with the D’s, it’s the way Caterpillar® sizes and names their models. Ever since then, I remember my dad has moved the earth with a dozer.

Dad raised his family with a dozer. He’d often leave the house about the same time we caught the bus (6:30am… aah the joys of being a country kid!) and didn’t return home until after dark. After he’d eaten dinner, he’d retreat to his shop for another couple of hours to work on his equipment. Rarely did he sit in front of the TV. In the winter, he’d often have a surprise in the pockets of his overalls. He’d bring home a bunny rabbit or baby bird for us to raise. He wouldn’t just show us the new pet… he’d make us reach blindly into his pockets and guess what it was. Thank God he never unearthed the home of an alligator! He always had grit under his fingernails which he’d clean with his pocket knife and always smelled of diesel and axle grease. He came home with dirty clothes. He worked hard every single day… weekends included. Work. Work. Work. He was/is a good dad!

During my childhood and through high school, our family faced many difficult obstacles and challenges… some life changing. However, I don’t want to go into that now; that’s not what this post is about. This post is about my Dad’s strength, tenacity and love and the consistency at which he shared these things with us. He wavered not once. When everything we knew suddenly changed, it was Dad who kept us grounded. When we were packed up and moved in the middle of the night, it was Dad who showed up to take us home. When we felt unsafe or unsure, Dad guarded us. When things fell apart, it was him who put it all back together. It was Dad who worked for 18 years to keep our family together despite the barriers… despite the complications. Dad’s love was steady throughout my entire life.

As tumultuous as our life ever was, it was really Dad and his dozer that kept us grounded. (He’s added a few Ds since those early days. Here’s Dad with one of his D7s.) He agreed to participate in this light painting portrait when I got the idea to document his strength, tenacity and love. I wanted the portrait of him to be dramatic and implicate strength and conviction. I wanted this portrait to be a testament of his steadfast maturity, experiences and confidence. I got him to sit through a total of four 30-second exposures before he’d had enough. Ironically, we captured the best image on the first take. Don’t ever forget to be photographed!

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I am a San Antonio-based wedding and senior photographer who started Ata-Girl Photography Co., LLC in 2010. As one of the up-and-coming San Antonio wedding photographers, I am also available to shoot in Austin, Houston and Dallas and the surrounding areas. I am also available for destination weddings worldwide. Ata-Girl Photography Co. offers an amazing wedding photography service that you won’t soon forget. As a professional photographer, my sole purpose is to provide you the absolute best photography experience.

I am a professional photographer who enjoys documenting the important milestones and captivating moments in people’s lives. I firmly believe that the unique set of circumstances I have faced in life has prepared me to take a personal and genuine interest in my photography clients. When I’m not photographing a wedding, family or high school senior, I enjoy watching my daughter play softball, hiking, cycling, reading, and listening to Elvis!

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Aug

It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To

My birthday is today! I was born in 1969 so that makes me 44 today! My birthday is always a bittersweet day for me… at least it has been since turning 39… but NOT why you think. I’d like to share a little family history with you.

On one hand, I love all the love I receive and especially the gifts. I love presents! I don’t know why, but I suspect it’s because we didn’t get many presents growing up. And, the presents we did get were usually something we needed… like socks, underwear or shoes. However, I do remember turning 13 and getting the most fabulous boom box on the planet. It was big, shiny, loud, and portable. My parents couldn’t afford to buy it outright so they put it on their charge account at Western Auto. I would sit and listen to the radio for hours waiting for my favorite songs to play so I could record them on the cassette tape. Little Red Corvette, Hair of the Dog, Thriller, and I Love Rock ‘N Roll come to mind as my most favorite songs of the time. I loved this boom box so much that when the belt broke that turned the cassette to make it play, I tore it apart and figured out that I could replace the small belt with a rubber band. But, it had to be just the right size. If it was too loose or too tight, the songs didn’t replay at the right tempo and were hardly recognizable. The rubber bands never lasted for more than a week or two, so I was constantly disassembling my boom box to make it play for just a week at a time. I eventually reached a point in my life when carrying around an eight-pound boom box no longer made sense… that was when I got my driver’s license. Then, it made more sense to adapt some unused home stereo speakers to work with the stereo in my orange Toyota truck. They were loud and I had discovered Midnight Star’s No Parking on the Dance Floor!

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On the other hand, the part of my birthday that I always dread is extreme guilt from living life longer than my mother. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not about to do anything drastic and I do have plans to live to 100. You see though, my mother passed away when she was just 39-years-and-three-months old… to the day. Can you even understand how incredibly young that is? Thirty-nine! It boggles my mind and saddens my heart to think that I have surpassed my own mother’s life. I have made more memories, experienced more happiness, faced more challenges, and received more love from family and friends simply because I have lived longer. That makes me feel guilty. She never had the opportunity to meet her grandchildren or spend time with the families that her children have created. She never baked them bread, took them hot rodding, or taught them perfect hospital corners when making their beds.

So, yes I am very thankful that I have survived another year and not left my own children motherless. I have been blessed beyond belief in my life. I am grateful. I am also extremely hopeful that I will one day get to meet my grandchildren, take them hot rodding and teach them to make perfect hospital corners. (The baking part probably isn’t ever happening.) I cherish both the memories I have made and the ones still in store. I look forward to growing old and becoming a grandma. I wished my mother could have done the same. I also wish life was just as clear at 14 as it is at 44.

Until next time, be positive, happy, and healthy, and don’t forget to be photographed.

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The post, It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To, first appeared on Ata-Girl Photography Co’s website and blog. Please feel free to comment here, or share this post with your friends via Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest. Please email me if you have any questions about this article or want to share a neat idea for a future blog post with me.

Jul

Life is Lows and Valleys: Family History

On more than one occasion, I’ve captured the absolute final photograph of someone. It’s bittersweet. On one hand, I am glad to have created this image—stopped time, on the other, it’s just sad that they’re no longer among us.

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I try to keep this type of family history out of my blog… especially while it’s so recent and raw, but I’m pretty sure this is the final photograph of my Aunt Marie. Edna Marie Blalock was her full name. She was named after my grandmother, and I was named after her. Tammy Marie Blalock. This picture was from about six weeks ago when a bunch of Blalocks gathered to commemorate the religious hymns of my great-grandmother.

Ironically, I read something very profound just before she passed. And as usual, I can’t remember where, so I’ll just have to paraphrase as best I can. The piece went on to say that most people think that life is all about the highs, the successes and the peaks. But the writer disagreed. They believed that life is about the lows… the valleys, and in this case, death. The peaks are only afforded to us in order for us to survive the valleys. (I sure wish I could remember where I read that because they explained it a lot more beautifully than I can.)

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Edna Marie Blalock | 1942-2013

I am a San Antonio-based wedding and senior photographer who started Ata-Girl Photography Co., LLC in 2010. As one of the up-and-coming San Antonio wedding photographers, I am also available to shoot in Austin, Houston and Dallas and the surrounding areas. I am also available for destination weddings worldwide. Ata-Girl Photography Co. offers an amazing wedding photography service that you won’t soon forget. As professional photographer, my sole purpose is to provide you the absolute best photography experience.

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Jun

Tribute to Mary Ellen Hendricks Blalock

On June 9, three generations of descendants of Mary Ellen Hendricks Blalock (my great-grandmother) were invited to the chapel at the Air Force Village Military Retirement Community and the Protestant Church to celebrate the music she wrote. This all came about because my cousins, Sharon and Diane, who are busy planning our annual Blalock Family Reunion wanted to present us with a special surprise. While the initial goal was simply to create an audio recording, we were ultimately treated to a special performance that would help preserve our family history. Though we are all aware that our great-grandmother wrote these church hymns, none of us recall ever having heard them performed. There are five known hymns: O Beautiful Heaven, I’ll Walk With Jesus All The Way, He Is The Lord Of Love and the two that the High Flight Chapel Choir performed, Our Precious Lord Is Coming Soon and Keep Me Near Thee, Blessed Savior.

She married my great-grandfather in 1902 in Comanche, Oklahoma and had six children. They traveled to Texas in 1909 as part of the Simmons Land Project in a covered wagon. My great-grandfather, Alfred, was a piano tuner and music teacher by profession and Mary played both the piano and the violin. (I wonder if he taught her?) Mary passed this talent on to my grandfather and my great aunt, Sylvia—two of the five children who lived to adulthood. I don’t think it’s quite clear when the hymns were put on paper, but it has to be somewhere between Mary’s birth in 1880 and her death in 1975. Yes, she passed away when she was 95. You can read more of my family’s history here.

Preserving Family History

This was a pretty special moment to me… getting to hear the music my great-grandmother wrote. I’d like to thank the choir director, Tony Bir, special members, Tom Bir and Clare Carrillo, and and the entire HFC Choir for taking on this special project! It was music to my ears… literally.

Here’s the video I captured on my DSLR of the live performance. I’ll have to apologize in advance for the constant clicking sound. That is my camera trying to focus and I was unaware the microphone was picking up that sound during the recording. While I’ve nearly mastered still photos on the D7000, my cinematography is lackluster at best. If you want to skip straight to the performance, fast forward to about 2:39 on the video.

June was a good month for preserving family history! You can read about the special mementos my aunt sent me from my mother’s baptism here.

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I am a San Antonio-based wedding and senior photographer who started Ata-Girl Photography Co., LLC in 2010. As one of the up-and-coming San Antonio wedding photographers, I am also available to shoot in Austin, Houston and Dallas and the surrounding areas. I am also available for destination weddings. Ata-Girl Photography Co. offers an amazing San Antonio wedding photography service that you won’t soon forget. As a San Antonio wedding photographer, my sole purpose is to treat your San Antonio wedding like a regal event.

In addition to wedding photography, I also specialize in San Antonio senior portraits and senior portraits for high school seniors in my local surrounding areas.

The post, Tribute to Mary Ellen Hendricks Blalock, first appeared on Ata-Girl Photography Co’s website and blog. Please enjoy this San Antonio wedding photography provided by Tammy Blalock and Ata-Girl Photography Co. who offers superb San Antonio wedding photography in the San Antonio metro and surrounding area and strives to be one of the finest San Antonio wedding photographers.

Jun

Surprise Family Heirloom

As I’ve said before, my mom passed away 20 days after I turned 21. It was 1992, and I had seen her only once since January when I came home on leave after completing my A. I . T. training with the U. S. Army. That was probably sometime around June or July en route to my first duty station in Missouri. She didn’t know I was coming home for sure. Our main communication was through mail… snail mail, so in all likelihood, I beat my own letter home. I remember walking into her bedroom in the middle of the afternoon only to find her napping. The only times I remember her taking frequent naps were during her times of depression. (I only know that now looking back… you know? Hindsight? 20/20?)

I wished I would have known that would have been one of the last times I’d see my mother alive. I wished I had had the ability to hone in on her anguish, her pain, and her battles with mental illness. I wish I had had the ability to save her sweet life.

I only had 21 years to build memories with my mom and seven of those were teenage years; I’m not even sure those count. Boy, what I wouldn’t give to re-do some of those times. So, each time I come across something that belonged to my mother or reminds me of my mother, it’s a wonderful gift. It’s a chance to remember her, and long for her, and appreciate her legacy. And not that I don’t do that daily… what I’m talking about here is extra… bonus!!

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Earlier this week, I received one of those bonus gifts. My dear Aunt Helen from Georgia mailed me some cards that had some sort of significance to my mother’s baptism in 1951. Opening them up, looking at them, and feeling them in my hands made me feel a direct connection to this day in my mother’s life. The paper feels frail and weak. The edges are tattered slightly. The colors seem to have faded. These cards are at least 62-years-old, and they smell like it. They are my newest heirlooms. I love them! I’m 43 and I miss my mom!

With exception to the Holy cards, I have to note two things. Number one, I really don’t know what the other cards are. They appear to be some sort of “storybook” because they are numbered. The packaging indicates there are eight but I only have seven. I would guess they tell a Bible story but being that I was raised as a Catholic, I rarely opened a Bible. Well… that’s how Catholicism went in my house anyway. The other thing I don’t know who Adeline Korus is. On the backs of the Holy cards, Adeline is listed as the Godmother and Adolph is listed as the Godfather. Though, the strange thing about that is that my Uncle Adolph did marry a Madeline… Madeline Metzger. I guess he liked names ending in “adeline.” I find it funny that neither spelled “baptized” correctly. Also worth mentioning, my mother’s birthdate is listed incorrectly on the Godfather’s card. She was born June 11, not June 1 (or 7—not sure what that says).

Any how, if you know anything about these cards or anything about my mom’s Godmother, I’d love to hear it! In the mean time, be positive, be happy, be healthy, and don’t forget to be photographed.

(**This search revealed that, “It is very rare to find full sets of these wonderful, whimsical illustrations by Jacques Gouppy. Jacques Gouppy was a prolific illustrator of postcards, collectible stamps, holy cards, books, Christmas and greeting cards, and illustrations such as these. His work spans from the 1920s through 1950s.”)

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I am a San Antonio-based wedding and senior photographer who started Ata-Girl Photography Co., LLC in 2010. As one of the up-and-coming San Antonio wedding photographers, I am also available to shoot in Austin, Houston and Dallas and the surrounding areas. I am also available for destination weddings. Ata-Girl Photography Co. offers an amazing San Antonio wedding photography service that you won’t soon forget. As a San Antonio wedding photographer, my sole purpose is to treat your San Antonio wedding like a regal event.

In addition to wedding photography, I also specialize in San Antonio senior portraits and senior portraits for high school seniors in my local surrounding areas.

The post, Surprise Family Heirloom, first appeared on Ata-Girl Photography Co’s website and blog. Please enjoy this San Antonio wedding photography provided by Tammy Blalock and Ata-Girl Photography Co. who offers superb San Antonio wedding photography in the San Antonio metro and surrounding area and strives to be one of the finest San Antonio wedding photographers.

Jun

Life with Dad

From the time I was born until I started the 5th grade, we moved around a lot. Though I was born in the nun-run Mercy Hospital in Jourdanton, Texas in 1969, the next 11 years consisted of a lot of moving, starting each school year in a different state and near a lot of different government job sites. In 11 years, he packed us up and moved us near 11 times:

Jourdanton, TX–>San Antonio, TX–>Jefferson City, MO–>Kaw City, Ok–>Leming, Tx–>Tuscumbia, MO–>Wichita Falls, TX (short stay)–>Jourdanton, TX–>New Kirk, OK–>Home! I can still remember our last address before we came home for good: 316 North Walnut, New Kirk, OK 74647!

And he taught me to love a lot of things:

road trips
the smell of dirt
burnt diesel
ingenuity
grease beneath his fingernails
the warning sound heavy equipment makes when it backs up
drinking ice cold water out of an old milk gallon
the heat of the day
Molasses and potted meat (no, not together)
fast driving, lead feet and fishtails
red shop towels
the outdoors
all things spicy
HIM!

By the time I was five, I could differentiate between bulldozers, front-end loaders, scrapers and dump trucks, and by age 10 I learned to steer a bulldozer with either the foot or hand levers. My dad cleaned up after tornadoes, helped construct man-made lakes and dams, piled up trees to be milled, and in his own words, “moved mountains.” I spent a lot of hours on his lap or on the armrest just watching him move the earth. That’s deep. Every girl dreams of finding a man to move the Earth for her, and though I’ve looked, I’ve always had one in my life. My daddy.

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Happy Father’s Day, Dad! And if you didn’t get a chance to see last year’s post, here it is.

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I am a San Antonio-based wedding and senior photographer who started Ata-Girl Photography Co., LLC in 2010. As one of the up-and-coming San Antonio wedding photographers, I am also available to shoot in Austin, Houston and Dallas and the surrounding areas. I am also available for destination weddings. Ata-Girl Photography Co. offers an amazing San Antonio wedding photography service that you won’t soon forget. As a San Antonio wedding photographer, my sole purpose is to treat your San Antonio wedding like a regal event.

In addition to wedding photography, I also specialize in San Antonio senior portraits and senior portraits for high school seniors in my local surrounding areas.

The post, Life with Dad, first appeared on Ata-Girl Photography Co’s website and blog. Please enjoy this San Antonio wedding photography provided by Tammy Blalock and Ata-Girl Photography Co. who offers superb San Antonio wedding photography in the San Antonio metro and surrounding area and strives to be one of the finest San Antonio wedding photographers.

Nov

Starting New Family Traditions

I have never been the person who comfortably eases her way into something new. Any time I start something new, I jump in with both feet… hands tied behind my back. Most of the time, I blindly stumble and feel my way around until I become more familiar with my new surroundings, but I never slowly acclimate myself. It’s been this way since I was a very young girl. I couldn’t just ride my bike… I had to ride my bike to my memaw’s house, then lift weights, then shoot baskets, then ride my bike home. When I got home, I practiced my long jump form in my homemade long jump pit. I couldn’t just jog a mile with my friend after school… I had to alternate each hundred yards with different exercises of skipping, side stepping, hopping on one leg then the other. I dare not just wash my car… I have to detail each and every square inch sometimes using Q-tips to reach far back into the air vents and even remove decorative pieces of trim to clean behind them.

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Since 1993, when I was stationed in Fort Huachuca, Arizona, Granny Taylor invited me to her house for Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations. Everyone who was a “regular” at Granny’s house was assigned a food item to bring. Crazy Aunt Carol brought the mashed potatoes, Aunt Donna made the potato salad, Aunt Tata made the green beans and corn casserole, and Tricia made the broccoli casserole. Granny would cook the turkey, ham, and stuffing. Since everyone knew how much I loved cooking and how early I liked to wake up (please note my sarcasm), I was assigned dinner rolls and ice. And not the good, homemade or even the frozen-and-let-rise kind. I’m talking the 10-minute, brown and serve variety. For the last 17 years, I have got to experience some of the best holiday food on the planet, spend time with some really great people (and with my own brother and sister), and all I had to do was wake up in time to put 12 dozen brown and serve dinner rolls in the oven.

Earlier this year, Granny Taylor passed away (LOVE you, Granny!) and her family is making slight revisions to their holiday plans. Although I’d probably be completely welcomed, I think it’s totally ludicrous to continue with the Taylor tradition until I’m nearing my 70’s, taking my kids who will be in their 40’s, and bringing my grandchildren who, if all happens in a timely manner, will be teenagers.

Now is the perfect time to begin a new tradition with my children, and hopefully one day grandchildren, in my home, and with a meal that I have prepared. I have not cooked an entire Thanksgiving meal since 1992, after Sierra was born, so this ought to be interesting. We’re having turkey, ham, stuffing (a very special recipe), and all the trimmings. I’m also making two pumpkin pies, and a cherry pie.

I’ll jump in with both feet… hands tied behind my back. For now, I’ll cook everything… the whole kit and kaboodle. Maybe one day, I’ll start assigning the menu items. (Sierra, you’ll have rolls and ice.)

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I am a San Antonio-based wedding and senior photographer who started Ata-Girl Photography Co., LLC in 2010. As one of the up-and-coming San Antonio wedding photographers, I am also available to shoot in Austin, Houston and Dallas and the surrounding areas. I am also available for destination weddings worldwide. Ata-Girl Photography Co. offers an amazing wedding photography service that you won’t soon forget. As professional photographer, my sole purpose is to provide you the absolute best photography experience.

The post, Starting New Family Traditions, first appeared on Ata-Girl Photography Co’s website and blog. Please feel free to comment here, or share this post with your friends via Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest. Please email me if you have any questions about this article or want to share a neat idea for a future blog post with me.

Hi, I’m Tammy.
I'm a San Antonio-based wedding photographer for outdoor-loving couples who value real moments.

I am a San Antonio-based wedding photographer and I am absolutely in love with capturing the kinds of weddings where there are more hugs than handshakes, the dance floor rumbles all night long, and chairs are pretty much rendered useless after dinner. Whiskey bottles are passed around, most of the wedding party has been best-best friends since kindergarten, Grams is likely to lose her shoes and your partner is much more emotional than you are. These kinds of weddings are my jam!

Since 2010, I have excelled in helping each of my couples plan for one of the very best days of their lives! I’d love to share my very personalized wedding experience, my super-human organizational abilities, and my U. S. Army combat skills (when needed) with you too.

I want your wedding day to be as perfect as you do! I am all in with my whole heart!