I don’t see photographs as single images; I see them as chapters. Small, fleeting moments that feel ordinary while you’re living them, but end up carrying the most weight later.
A hand brushing hair out of a face. Fixing a crooked bow tie that won’t stay put. Dirt on a dress from a night well-lived. Kids tugging your hand because they’ve found something you have to see. Those moments can’t be instructed, they just need space to unfold.
But the chaos, the mess, and the moments that don’t feel photo-worthy at the time, are the ones we wish we could hold onto for longer. Being able to give that perspective to someone else, and preserve a stage of life they’re living right now.
Outside of work, I’m usually reading, planning the next trip, drinking tea in the morning and wine in the evening, and navigating life with three kids and two dogs.