The Last Light 


Some moments in life are too sacred for words. The quiet holding of hands. The way sunlight filters through a familiar room. The soft rhythm of breath. The presence of family gathered close, honoring love, legacy, and letting go.

This service is for families walking through that tender transition. I move gently, quietly, and with deep respect—documenting not pain, but presence. These are not posed photos. There’s no performance. Just real moments of connection, comfort, and love, captured with care.

Because what is left behind is not just loss, but legacy. These images become a way to remember the grace, the humanity, and the light that carried your loved one home.

Quiet Hour

A tender, one-hour session designed to capture small, sacred moments—holding hands, shared presence, soft goodbyes. Gentle, unobtrusive, and filled with care.

• Up to 1 hour of in-home coverage

• 25+ edited images

• Private, password-protected online gallery

• Lightly guided support before and after the session

$395

 Holding Space 

A 2-hour session to document connection, love, and legacy. Ideal for families spending meaningful time together, with room for stories, stillness, and being.

• Up to 2 hours of documentary-style photography

• 50+ edited images

• Private online gallery

• Optional inclusion of keepsakes, prayers, hand- holding, or shared meals

$595

Legacy Session

A spacious, half-day experience that honors a full chapter of goodbye. From quiet rituals to shared meals, this session gently preserves what remains.

• Up to 4 hours, flexible and paced gently

• 100+ edited images

• Private gallery + downloadable slideshow

• Add-on: 8x8 heirloom memory book ($125)

• Includes a pre-session call to set emotional tone and comfort levels

$895

The Last Light is an offering born from the most intimate chapter of my own life—caring for my grandmother during her final six weeks on earth. In that time, I witnessed something holy in the stillness, the slowness, the tenderness. I came to understand that death, like birth, is a threshold. And within that space, there is beauty worth remembering.

— ashley ohl