04/07/2026
Wow. You guys, I don’t even know where to start.
On March 20th, the International Association of Professional Birth Photographers (IAPBP) announced the winners of their 2026 competition for images captured in 2025.
This was my second year entering, my second year being utterly shocked to have been recognized, and my second year ever of birth photography… and somehow, both years, I have been recognized internationally, globally, worldwide, literally whichever word you want to use, little me was recognized.
This year, before winners were even announced, I decided that I would submit to the local papers in hoped of starting a conversation. Maybe they would find it neat that I had gotten Top 20% in 2025, maybe they would find what I do interesting, maybe… just maybe… it would start to change the narrative on birth for those who live in the same little geographical area that I do.
Come March 20th, at 8am, I laid in bed scrolling through the awardees on the website, “Oh! I voted for that one! Oh!! I love that one!! Wow!! Oh my goodness I LOVEEE that one! …wait… that’s mine???” Right there in it’s little display…
“‘Held’ Honorable Mention – Amie Bogart – United States”
Surely it wasn’t real, so I refreshed the screen, yet still there it was, staring back at me. My name, my image’s title, my country I am representing, the image that literally was a once in a lifetime shot, with one candle for light, some dim salt lamps backlighting everyone, and me… standing on the corner of the tub, balancing on one leg, supporting my second camera body for video, and watching this family grow through the screen on my camera.
It was my image.
My art.
Honorable Mention means something to me, especially with my second year of birth photography. It’s confirmation. Confirmation that my passion has a purpose, confirmation that these images influence people, confirmation that I am still learning, still growing.
A few Fridays ago when I checked my email, I had an email from the lovely Liz Caples with The Gettysburg Times. She wanted to do a story. Little did I know it would be a front page story, and pretty much the longest article in that edition of the paper.
And then, after an initial delay on Thursday, on Good Friday, (:’)) my feature came out, and her story was phenomenal. She shared the change that I hope to see around birth culture, the ways that we need to bring the conversation to those around us. She gave platform to my dream.��That same morning, I had a lovely woman reach out to me, simply congratulating me, cheering me on, telling me “thank you” for the work I do with mothers and women. She was 79, and just wanted to thank me, for me.
I was anxious to see my faith be represented in the article. I hoped it was included, I hoped it came across how I wanted it to be portrayed–as this gift is literally only through Him. Liz did an amazing job. I truly cannot sing her praises enough.��This is how it changes.
This is how a conversation starts.
This is how we change the narrative around birth.
And time and time again I’ll say, Jesus be the center of it all.