I live in Gympie with my husband and our three children — two boys and a daughter who together make up the beautiful, exhausting, extraordinary fabric of my everyday life. Motherhood has become so woven into who I am that it's hard to know who I am without it.
I came to photography because I kept feeling it — that quiet ache of a moment already passing. The weight of a sleeping baby on your chest. The way your child reaches for your hand without even thinking. The laughter at the dinner table that you know, even as it's happening, you'll one day struggle to recall. I picked up a camera because I didn't want to forget. And then I realised I wasn't alone in that.
When I'm not behind the camera, you'll find me somewhere in the middle of family life — watching my children grow faster than I'm ready for, and finding beauty in the kind of ordinary days that somehow end up meaning everything.
The mothers I photograph aren't looking for perfection. They're looking to remember. They want to look back one day — when the house is quiet and the children are grown — and feel it all rush back. The love. The tenderness. The beautiful chaos of this season. If that's you, I think we'll get along beautifully.
