
18/08/2025
Last week I turned 35, and I’ve found myself reflecting on where this journey has carried me.
It started with the simple urge to pause time, just for a moment — to hold onto the fleeting moments with my own family. To remember the little things, the noise and the chaos, and the big, beautiful joys that come with parenthood.
This month has been full to the brim, but my heart keeps returning to gratitude — for the stories I get to step into, and the memories I get to help keep alive.
Because photography is never just a picture.
It’s a legacy — something to be felt, held, and passed down.
And for me, my legacy lives here — in my little family, my heartbeat. The beginning, and the reason for it all.