About mercystreetstudio

Southern Maine Photography Studio. Named 2018 "Photographer of the Year - Portraits" by the Maine Professional Photography Association.

A Peek Into Your Livingroom

Via our livingroom.


When we families to sit on the sofa and pretend we’re not there for a few minutes, we get a glimpse into their livingrooms at home.
That was the vision behind the studio livingroom set – that we could peek into our client’s sofas at home, and capture those candid moments …only at our studio.
Having posed family pictures is great, but having those fleeting moments of laughter, play, and snuggles are even better. As time passes these are the things you’ll long to look back on.
For most families, the sofa is where they hang out, watch tv, laugh, play, snuggle, tickle, and gather at the end of each day together.
Families being families is one of our favorite things ever.

New Hampshire Fresh48 Family Photography | Most Photogenic

I’ve said it before and I will say it again, photographing Fresh 48 hospital newborn sessions is so special to me. When I am invited into such a new and sacred space in peoples lives, it means a lot. It was actually the father of the Mommy to be that reached out to Mercy Street Studio to inquire about us photographing his new granddaughter; he lived across country and wasn’t sure he was going to make it out to be here the day she was born and he didn’t want to miss anything! Go ahead…you can say  ‘Awwww!!!” 🙂 I mean how sweet is that?! Once the Mommy to be and I were in contact with each other I realized that she was already overdue with baby! So I got to play the baby waiting game with them, checking my phone every few hours (aka minutes :)) and wondering when this little lady would make her grand entrance! Once she arrived (over a week late!) I was thrilled to finally meet the whole family at the hospital for her first photo session.2018-08-29_0008


This little lady was so photogenic. I’ve never photographed a 2 day old who didn’t make a peep, and made a point to look toward the camera each time I lifted the camera. I could not stop laughing at her little face turning toward wherever I positioned myself. I was lucky enough to be photographing this Fresh 48 newborn session while Auntie and Grandma were there too, and they told me that she gets all her cheekiness from her Momma! 2018-08-29_0012

Wherever she inherited being a photogenic little ham from…she sure loves her Mommy!2018-08-29_0004And because there are few things that make me melt more than a new Dad falling in love with his baby, I can’t resist sharing these sweet photos. I’ll just go ahead and start the chorus of  ‘Awwwww’s!!!” 🙂2018-08-29_0007

I knew that this family also had an in studio newborn session planned with Sarah, our newborn photographer, for the following week and I was so excited to see more of little Chloe the next week…and I think even at only 2 days old, she was excited for another photoshoot!2018-08-29_00142018-08-29_00102018-08-29_0006Thank you again for inviting me to photograph your new family. Fresh 48 newborn sessions are one of my favorites to photograph, and I was honored to get to know your new little family of three!


Shell’s Story | Breast Cancer

My 14 week old rescue dog from Arkansas had been with me for 3 weeks when he decided to start poking his muzzle into my left breast. After the third or fourth time, it hurt and I grabbed my breast. I immediately felt a large lump and knew it was bad. I had my first mammogram the next day, December 23, 2014, at 33 years old. My mammography was quiet and professional while I made awkward jokes, knowing in my gut I had cancer. I was quickly shuffled off for an MRI and when I arrived, the machine was down. I begged for a biopsy to confirm what I already knew. On January 2, 2015, I was diagnosed with Stage 2B triple negative breast cancer, a rare and difficult to treat form of the disease that disproportionately effects young women, African American women and women of Ashkenazi Jewish descent.

SHEL COVERI immediately opted to have a bilateral mastectomy. My kids were just 5 and 3 at the time and the decision was easy. I had used my breasts to nourish my babies and if they were going to try and kill me, I would simply cut them off. In March I began eight rounds of dose dense chemotherapy followed by 33 radiation treatments. After I healed from the burns I underwent reconstructive surgery to try and feel normal again. Several months later my reconstruction failed and I was rushed to the hospital with a severe infection. I was immediately taken into surgery to have the left implant removed and spent several days in the hospital on IV antibiotics. Nine months later after insurance denials and a surgeon who just wouldn’t quit, I was finally able to have the other implant removed.

MSS_9350 quoteWhen I was finally declared No Evidence of Disease on August 7, 2015, I thought it would be one of the greatest days of my life. I rang a bell signaling the end of treatment, friends came to clap for me, they cried, my children came and ate cupcakes excitedly hoping their mom was back.

Unfortunately I was left feeling psychologically broken, powerless, and terrified that every day was my last.

MSS_9325Then I found powerlifting, quite by accident. I walked into a local gym and with the help of a coach, with my bald head and angry disposition, I squatted and deadlifted a lot of weight.

I’ve now been training and competing for two years under the direction of my mentor and friend, Devon Carroll. I hold several New England records for my squat and my anger has turned to joy. Cancer used to be the first thing I thought of when I woke up and the last thing I thought of when I fell asleep.


I am three years cancer free and I wouldn’t change a thing about my life. I’m incredibly lucky to have been given the perspective I have and to be surrounded by the best support system a girl could ask for.




Hair & Makeup by Max Charles Salon

Lauren’s Story | Thyroid Cancer

“In March of 2018 I began seeing an allergist. She was very thorough and during an exam she asked if I knew I had a lump on my thyroid.MSS_8957-PINKEditb

I wasn’t aware of it so she asked that I follow up with my primary care doctor. After blood work and an ultrasound it was confirmed there a was a nodule on the left side of my thyroid. I saw a specialist who did a biopsy that came back only 60-70% suspicious for papillary carcinoma. 

The only way to be sure if it was fully cancer or not, was to remove my thyroid. My surgeon was so confident that it would be negative that he decided at the last minute to only take the left side of my thyroid out. On 7/10 I completed the surgery. Recovery was hard and the scar was difficult to look past. At my follow up appointment it was confirmed that it was positive for cancer and I would have to have another surgery to get the remaining right side of my thyroid removed. Before surgery I had to have a CT scan done and during that, they found nodules on my lungs and my liver. I met with a lung surgeon who said getting a biopsy on my lung would be a full and complex surgery so that it to be monitored for change in 4 months.

MSS_8997bOn 9/4 I completed my thyroid removal and had the second surgery done. Recovery was a lot better this time!


My next steps are getting my body regulated to not having a thyroid and discussing radiation for next year. The scar is healing well and although it is still hard to look at I am confident in my journey and happy to spread awareness about thyroid cancer through the questions about my

Photography: Mercy Street Studio Hair: Shayla Husson Makeup: Gemma Dyer- Hair and MUA Wardrobe: Lilly Ann Boutique

Shayla’s Story | Ulcerative Colitis

At 20 years old I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis. I spent the next five years in and out of the gastrointestinal specialist office. Medications were not working and my “flare ups” were an everyday occurrence. I woke up one day hemorrhaging, and not just a little spot of blood. I mean, really hemorrhaging. I rushed myself from my apartment to my mother’s house where she brought me to Holy Family Hospital (I see you Nurse Destiny).  The hospital was chalk full with sick people. So much so, that they stuck me in the psych ward.

There I stayed for a week while they fiddled with my charts. Staying in a psych ward while your abdomen is a raging inferno…not recommended. Finally they transferred me to Mass General. I was rushed in and put on a morphine drip. I now had a team of doctors and surgeons who were going to take care of me. My first week at Mass General they tried different intervenes medications to see if they could control my flare up. Nothing was working and I was now hemorrhaging up to 20 times a day.


My surgeon decides it’s time to remove the affected part of my intestine. I remember being so scared and wanting them to wait for my mom to get there. I woke up from surgery convulsing. I could hear the nurses around me talking to each other about it nervously, but I couldn’t communicate with them, I was so out of it. I really came to when they brought me back to my room. The epidural didn’t work on one side and it felt as though my stomach was going to burst. Something was very wrong. The next day I decided I wanted a shower…I got myself up, turned on the water and stepped inside. If I close my eyes I can still remember this moment perfectly. The warm water running down, one hand bracing myself on the shower wall and then the smell. A putrid, dying, stench. The sutures were under so much pressure from my stomach being distended that they burst. The smell of rotting insides lingered in that room for days. I had pockets of infection from the removal of my large intestine; the doctors kept me awake while they poked drain tubes into my body to release the infections. Not just once, but three times.


There were times during my stay at the hospital where it was pretty touch and go..my surgeon was so incredible and he assured me, he would not let me die. He held up his end of he bargain, though at the end of my two month stay my muscles had atrophied. This resulted in me having to use a walker..I quickly graduated to a cane.
Three surgeries later, I no longer have a colostomy bag but a J pouch which allows me to live a pretty “normal life.”


Growing up my parents always said “this too, shall pass” and they repeated that to me over and over while I was in the hospital and recovering. So yes, “this too”.


HMU: Max Charles Salon

Styling: Lilly Ann Boutique

Photography: Mercy Street Studio