I am Ash Story

a storyteller with an obsession for real people, true stories, and honest moments. For 18 years I have made images worldwide that creatively capture the essence of human experience and connection so moments live forever as memories.

I could tell you about the first time I held a camera. I could tell you about the images that mean the most from my own wedding day (some on this page), or I could share the philosophy behind the photos I make. But I’d rather let the images speak for themselves.

My story isn’t the one that matters here. Yours is. Twenty years from now when you look at your wedding photos, I hope you can’t remember me. I hope you can remember how every moment felt because the photos show it.

I am so glad you found your way here. I hope I get the chance to meet you and tell your honest story.

Me and my wife, Frances Story, on our wedding day in the Marin Headlands.

All the love to our wedding photographer, Melissa Haebegger Ryan for these images.

Chloé and Jillian. Engaged. At home, in all the ways, with each other. (More to come) @chloensmith_ @jillian_ward
I always feel a slight awareness when I am creating, whether it’s writing or making photographs or even messy paintings, that I am collaborating with some big beautiful force in the universe. But sometimes it’s a little more obvious than
I wrote a thing. I’d love for you to read it. URL on the image, type it in like the olden days. ♥️
Today my dad would have been 71, which seems impossible since he died at age 56 and that seems as if it was about ten weeks ago. Grief is odd. Even more, love. Grateful to have loved him and been loved by him. Grateful to return to the site of that
If my life is a poem, you’re one of my favorite lines. Zion, Friday Night Lights.
In case you wonder why, after 20 years, I am still photographing weddings and head over heels about it. This. This right here is why. (Thank you Kelsie and Casy for giving me permission to share your delightful words)
Sometimes the most beautiful moments come out of nowhere. I stand there and tell myself “be here.” “Be where your feet are.” “Don’t miss it.” “It’s here then gone.” (All that’s missi
At long last. We are all open roads and open doors. We are all yes’s to the things that free us, no’s to the ones that won’t. We are slow walks and long stories and open books and pen to paper and “what kind of bird do you t
Tonight. Peak Midwestern Summer in Liberty, MO. Thank you @misses.moore and @kebinmoore for the dreamy evening.
Happy birthday to my bestest friend. You were the coolest seventh grader I had ever met. Still are. 💖 @devkk

In my free time…

CONTACT ME:

iamashstory@gmail.com