30/07/2026
I know I'm supposed to be professional about this. And I am, truly. But there is something that happens when I sit down to edit a gallery and I start moving through the images one by one, and I just... feel it. That moment where a child looked up at their parent in exactly that way. The one where two siblings were just being completely themselves and had no idea I was even watching. The quiet, tender, ordinary, utterly irreplaceable stuff.
I have photographed a lot of families. And every single time, without fail, I come away from a session carrying something. Not just images on a memory card, but a real sense of having been trusted with something that matters. People let me into their homes. Into their mornings. Into the intimate parts of their life that don't usually get photographed.
That is not something I take lightly.
So yes. I am obsessed. With the kids who ignore me completely until suddenly they don't. With the parents who think nothing interesting is happening. With the way real life, when you actually look at it, is so much more worth keeping than anyone realises in the moment.
I get to do this work, and I am still not over it. I am truly grateful every single day that I get to meet these amazing families as part of my job, and do work I truly love and care about.🤍
Do you feel the same about the work you get to do?