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we're amy and kim.
. . . and my oh my do we ever LOVE what we do! We delight in spending your wedding day in your shadow. We create your family's first heirlooms by artistically photographing not just what you wear but how you feel.
We are fabulous friends, kindred spirits & business partners, too. We live in Columbia, Missouri. And we've been making pictures for most of our lives. Photography, for us, is a way of "savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second." [Marc Riboud, French photographer]
Our SilverBox couples want THAT kind of passion in their wedding photographer. They want authentic pictures that capture the joyous, quirky, love-drenched, laughter-filled moments of their day.
We can hard wait to meet YOU!
The slideshow is READY! Lyndsay and Ryan’s intimate wedding on the beach at Atlantis (just outside Nasssau in the Bahamas) was so very LOVELY. Lyndsay & Ryan were eager to share pictures with friends & family who celebrated with them at their reception (held in Columbia, MO just two weeks after the oceanside ceremony). So...
The world outside my door is pretty much one big sheet of ice. My kids have been skating…on the front lawn!…in their tennis shoes! Perfect for sledding BUT whew, it’s tough climbing back UP the hills. No school today, extending the long weekend a bit more. Happiness here! So this winter wonderland is great for...
Oh! what a TREMENDOUS way to wrap up the year. What a unique & fabulous celebration!The Missouri Theatre is such a treasure. I LOVE that building. What a great idea to get married THERE. Wow! The Theatre will soon be closing for some major and majorly needed renovations. I’m under the impression that during the...
I couldn’t resist the urge to blog from the BEACH! Lyndsay and Ryan have been married for 8 hours now . . . and I’m so excited to sneak a peak at pictures, that I’ve begun editing while our feet are still gritty with sand. We’re staying at the SAME resort (Atlantis , on Paradise...
Where or how to even begin a blog entry about my friend-who-has-become-my-sister Helen? I remember with complete clarity my first awareness of her. A “new kid” at school, she sat against the wall at a shiny black-topped science table in physics class on our first day of 9th grade, her face obscured by her hair...
