This post is a personal one ...

People often ask me why I picked up a camera — why documenting families, childhood, and all the in‑between moments matters so much to me.

The truth is, my journey into photography is due to some of the most emotional chapters of my life.

Caleb is an IVF baby, and the road to meeting him was anything but easy. Every appointment, every scan, every tiny milestone felt monumental. I photographed it all — not because the images were perfect, but because the moments were. I wanted to remember every detail of the journey that brought my baby boy into the world. I didn’t want any of it to fade.

And long before that, I lost my brother at a young age. That kind of loss changes you. It teaches you, in the hardest way, how precious photographs really are. They become more than pictures — they become anchors, proof of love, fragments of time you can hold onto when everything else feels too far away.

So I suppose that’s why I do what I do.

Because I know how important it is to have something to look back on.

Because I know how quickly life changes.

Because I know the value of a memory you can touch.

Photography, for me, is love made visible.

And it’s an honour to help other families hold onto their moments too