Katie SwiftPHOTOGRAPHYOff the Screen. Into your Life.
Transforming fleeting moments into lasting stories.
Senior, Pet, Family & Branding Photographer Springboro, Dayton & Cincinnati, OH
3 Ways to Actually Enjoy Your Family Photoshoot
1. Play instead of pose.
2. Relax the rules.
3. Be real, not perfect.


Family sessions extend me as a photographer. The more the merrier may be true, but when a camera is involved, this also means more eyes blinking, more heads turning, more bodies blurring, and, well, just... more.
I have to say, some of my most challenging work has been documenting families. Sometimes I wonder if it's been my most meaningful work too.
After losing family members, my perspective on everything—including family photography—has deepened. Many of the pictures at my brother's funeral were ones I had taken, mostly at birthday parties and holiday get-togethers and summer cookouts.
The best photos weren't necessarily the ones of him looking directly at the camera smiling, but the ones where he was connecting: holding his son's hand as they walked down a country road. Massive tattooed arms engulfing his baby girl as he kissed her cheek.


The pictures didn't even have to be technically 'good' to be iconic. Harsh lighting, cluttered background, and a gaggle of mismatched kids hanging off their Uncle Bobby said so more than a polished portrait ever could.
When we look at them now, we don’t just see his face—we feel his presence. We can almost hear his voice again. These photographs are how we remember.

This is my heart when I photograph families. My focus is not on everyone being in focus. It's not about perfect smiles and styles and backdrops. It's kind of messy and stressy and it feels vulnerable because it is. Because families don't always get along. Siblings, especially, get under each other's skin.
My brother and I fought more than anyone—we used to wear the rest of the family out with our constant bickering. And the thing is, in the beginning, right after he died, I felt so much regret for all the arguing. I bargained with God that if Bobby were still alive, I'd get along better with him. I'd seen the light—I wouldn't be so petty.
But now, after having more time to miss him and process his absence, I no longer make deals with God. I just miss my brother. I miss our flawed relationship. I miss trying to one-up him—trying to explain myself and prove myself—all the ways I tried to gain his approval.

Life is weird. Family is too.
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