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Hi. My name is Amy Masser. I am the mother of two really great kids. I opened Baby Face Photography in 1997 when they were one and three. What was I thinking? Actually I know exactly what I was thinking. I couldn't find a reasonably priced creative photographer in the area that specialized in children. So I started taking my own creative pictures. When my friends saw the pictures they asked me to take some shots of their children. Pretty soon strangers were calling for pictures. I took a few classes to learn the basics of studio photography and Baby Face Photography was born. I have filled my studio with child sized props and wardrobe. Many of which are original pieces I designed and created myself. BFP caters to young families. I understand that sometimes it takes a lot of patience to get the perfect shot and I have that covered.

I think what sets me apart from other photographers is my personality. You can see it in my children as well. We are a perfect mixture of goofball and rockstar. My sister says I relate so well to children because I refuse to grow up myself. Couple that with my ability to appreciate the moment at hand and you end up with some really great images. Just because the shoot isn't going as planned, doesn't mean I am not taking pictures. Sometimes a great pout can be the perfect shot. I love to read people and engage them. I try to open them up and bring them out. I do this even when I am not behind the lens. I love to get a reaction. I entertain myself by giving the perfect compliment to a complete stranger and watching their body language change. I am always looking for the most beautiful angle or expression on every face I see. Children are by far my favorite subjects. I think it's their honesty that is so beautiful to me. A close second would be a parent holding their child. That is the picture of true love.

I absolutely love my job. Thank you to all the parents who continue to bring their beautiful families to me. Watching your little ones grow has been a constant joy. I also want to thank you for continuing to send your friends and family for pictures allowing me to continue to do what I love. See you soon.

Raggedy Ann Newborn Prop

I am frequently inspired by memories of my childhood. I remember my mother, (who now designs/owns her own furniture line and store Pure Home in Eveready Square in downtown Frederick, formerly Ann Marie’s Interior Details) was always sewing bedding or drapes, crocheting afghans (it was the 70′s), painting, refinishing or somehow creating something. She stayed home with us and utilized her creativity to save money. Not to mention what ever she did always turned out better than anything we could buy. Turns out you really do somewhat turn into you mother. I am my mom minus the neurotic cleaning thing. My sister is mom minus the always having to be creating thing. Not sure which one is better. I wish I was both.

Mom was really into Raggedy Ann for me. Maybe I reminded her of the character, I don’t recall my sister having anything Raggedy Ann. I had a night light, music box (still have it…it’s in the studio) and when I was 8 she made me a really big Raggedy Ann doll for my birthday. I could have cared less about Raggedy Ann. I remember mom sitting on the deck embroidering her face. I wanted her to do something else. She said she would when she was finished, she was almost done. How many times have I said those words to my children? True to form, I said “I don’t even like Raggedy Ann, don’t bother”. My mom said “I know you don’t care about this now, but one day you will look back and remember me making this for you, and you will love it.” Now that I posses the all knowing mommy power, I don’t really mind the fact that mothers are always right. She actually was pretty cool, mom even embroidered “I love Amy” in her heart.

A few years later I got a baby brother who loved my Raggedy Ann doll. He was so cute I let him play with whatever he wanted, not realizing what his drool would do to her face. She became stained and worn. I know I didn’t throw her out, but I no longer have her. I bet the neurotically clean side of mom is responsible.

Yesterday I decided I must have a tiny Raggedy Ann doll for my newborns to hold. Lucky for me, I too can make just about anything. In the true spirit of Raggedy Ann, I found a few scraps of fabric and yarn and a couple of hours later, voila…

So Mom, if you read this. I would love for you to make me another Raggedy Ann doll. 4 months til my birthday. Of course one of your funky chairs would be cool too. Love you!