Photographer, mother, and fairly relentless noticer of things most people miss. I live in Kent, drink a questionable amount of Yorkshire tea, and feel most like myself somewhere between muddy fields, half-finished house projects, and good light through a window.

I’ve always preferred being behind the camera. Not out of shyness, just because it’s a better vantage point. You see more. The small shifts. The way people soften when they forget they’re being watched. The bits that don’t make it into the plan.

This journal is an extension of that. A place for stories, favourite sessions, and the moments in between, the ones that tend to matter more than expected.

You’ll find golden evenings, muddy wellies, newborn days, wedding light, brand stories, and everything I’m quietly paying attention to.

I’m glad you’re here.