Preserve a thousand memories in each picture with our portraits and wedding photos.

Wedding photography should be considered an art, and this is something that we truly believe in. Seeing everything without being seen…being everywhere without being felt… We like to have an invisible presence while creatively capturing all the memorable aspects of your special day.

Our wedding photography does not simply record how things look. We document organic moments and take wedding photographs that capture real feelings and deep emotions.
Our goal is always to tell the story of a genuine and authentic love you have.


I am the only name you need to know for portrait and wedding photography in the ChicagoLand area, but also ready to travel for destination weddings, elopements or intimate portrait sessions. I am also insured to photograph your ceremony or engagement, as well as take family portraits of expectant mothers and children.

Graham Hill


After years of unfiltered guidance and constructive criticism, my craft has been sharpened and fine-tunes like never before.
I really love doing this picture thing, so please drop me a line if you have a game or event to capture.

I did not plan to be a photographer in any capacity. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a football player or James Bond or draw pictures but I did not have a path in place to make a living doing those things. I was a good high school football player but not fast enough or big enough to play for a big school, although I did have the grades. What I did know about myself is that I would have gone nuts at any of the schools that wanted me to play so I went to the University of Iowa, where my dad went, where I was born, and where I had been going to football games for years.
I started there as a nobody, and hung out with my best friend from high school, who was/is sort of a prick. I made some other friends and was talked into pledging the worse social fraternity on campus, Acacia Fraternity. The house had a flat bench that nobody used and the laundry was free which was huge. Most of the guys there were terrible with women so I certainly did not get any help in that department, but they were good students and fun for the most part.
I did make a friend there with a really smart, self-described former burnout from Cedar Rapids, Iowa, Roy. To date, he might be the smartest guy I know and we both shared a love of music, motorcycles and Milwaukee’s Best Light. He had figured out a way to take photographs with a point and shoot camera on someone else’s dime. Recall, it wasn’t that long ago that we had to buy film and pay for processing (24 pictures could cost anywhere from $7 to $10 dollars). Around my junior and senior years, he was cool with me borrowing his dad’s camera and paying for my newly found art form. That’s about the time that I started taking pictures, financed by Roy’s dad’s business, nonetheless.
I continued to take pictures with a point and shoot camera and I started drawing comics, based on Roy, for an underground student newspaper. The "Captain Roy" character was a superhero who can fly, see through walls or basically do whatever he wants. Nothing ever really happened because, like Roy, he just did not have the ambition or gumption to fight crime or take on a cause or do anything that cannot be done from a couch. He was too lazy to really do anything with his powers above and beyond throwing a beer car into the spokes of a minority student and messing up his bell curve, which he doesn't care about anyway. I had a small following. Maybe.
I stopped doing comics when I got into grad school and learned to paint water colors instead. I had a hard time connecting with my MBA classmates and was living with some folks I met working construction from DeWitt, Iowa. One of them was a senior defense tackle on the team so I was hanging out with lots of those players. Academically, I would have been better off had I made a better effort to warm up and socialize with the folks in my classes. However, the Iowa kids and players were way more fun, they never were never messed with at downtown bars; felt totally different than being the MVP in “pledge/active” football for the worse fraternity on campus.
As it turns out, some of these players could use a photographer and that lead to the beginnings of my love for sports and football photography.
It was not long before I made a connection with an injured player who would get me a pass if I could meet him at 7 a.m. for an 11 a.m. kick-off. I learned that the best hours of the day for tailgating and drinking Busch Light are the morning hours. I used my student loan money to buy a $200 lens and a $350 body. Eventually, I found a paper that would back me as long as I could get them one or two decent pictures a game. That time as a grad student went way to fast.
Next, I got into law school at Norther Illinois University and used a small chunk of my student loans to buy a much better camera. I figured out that if you went to all the home games, that you could also probably get into any away stadiums, which was awesome. It's a cliche, but if you can get through the first year of law school, you really have it made in the shade. I was going to more away games and by my third year I was going to every home game and every away game and I was totally legit. At Penn State, I was parked next to Ric Fogel who had a 400 mm lens and had worked for Sports Illustrated and football trading card companies. He encouraged me to send him some pictures and offered to sell them to trading card companies for me. Hardly impressed with my body of work, he offered me very useful and specific guidance. He had a technique and a theory for photographing every football position on the field and the contacts to publish those images and get paid. Rick got me my NFL trading card start.
To me, what’s cool about football is that every game has different lighting. An October sun at a 2:30 kickoff, is totally different than an 11:00 sun in early September. Add the tailgate, the fans, the cheerleaders and the band, there is absolutely nothing else like it. Besides taking pictures of my twin girls, Iowa football remains my favorite subject to photograph.
I started hustling weddings, portraits and whatever paying gig I could get my hands on so that I could buy bigger and faster camera stuff. Hoping to get better, I joined the Professional Photographers of America and they held two meetings a year within driving distance of my house. It was there that I met a guy from Bulgaria, Shterion Shterionov (Sam) who is now one of my best friends. In case you are not familiar with Bulgaria every TV character is necessarily a drug dealer or human sex trafficker or animal abuser.
As the story goes, he did not think much of me as a photographer. In 2007, his English was not that great, but he had mastered a couple phrases such as, "Dude, you suck". We became good friends and played racquetball and talked about photography and other nerd subjects that would scare away anybody within ear shot of those conversations. Besides racquetball, I helped him with American sarcasm and humor. It took him years to figure out that I was kidding when I told him to tell his wife to quit calling me in the middle of the night. “It’s just not fun anymore,” I used to tell him. He would always say, “Why would my wife call you?”. I learned more about taking pictures from Sam than anybody else.