About
Over time, photography has become my way of moving through the world, a lens not only for seeing but for understanding. Through it, I’ve shaped light into stories—each image, a small history, drawn from the quiet intersection of personal yearning and the faces of those who’ve trusted me to see them. From the inside out, I’ve learned to translate what can’t be said, only felt.
My beginnings are stitched with the grain of film, and the soft vibration of a camera in my hands - a slow, deliberate seduction that became my heartbeat. I don’t just take photographs; I follow them—narratives, half-seen and waiting to be discovered, stretched between fine art’s stillness and the raw, trembling pulse of a lived moment.
Photography isn’t a profession—it’s a way of listening. To the conversation between subject and soul, to the breath held just before the shutter clicks. I come to each frame not to capture, but to receive. As a woman behind the lens, I reach for something beyond the image, something softer and stronger at once—an unfolding of poeticism, a space where playfulness and power hold hands.
Weddings are not just events; they are the body of love made visible, the ritual of hands held in a circle of faces—each one a witness to the tenderness that binds. This is why I do this work, why I feel called to it: the story of two lives becoming one, and the gathering of a community’s collective joy. It’s this shared moment of unity, that fills the lens and ignites my passion for the image.
Every wedding, every portrait, is a chance to stand still in time and find the pulse beneath it. I listen to the stories hidden in faces, in the spaces between words, and translate them into something lasting—something true.
Welcome to my world—like a climate, a country, an atmosphere—where every frame is a testament to the messy, tender beauty of life. And the love that refuses to let go.
Ashleigh Howard (b. 1983), is an American photographer who currently resides in the quiet, unfolding beauty of Vermont. Her personal work serves as a passage through the landscape of both the outer world and the inner - where light and shadow converge. Where body, earth, and memory linger on the edge of history, blurred by the weight of what was, and the quiet pulse of what is becoming.
Currently her lens has turned toward the delicate weave of motherhood, childhood, and the inexorable march of time. Tracing the invisible line where chaos lives beside tenderness and where life and all its wildness and fragility blooms and fades in a single breath.
