Live the moment. The dishes can wait.


Genuine, Spontaneous, Playful, Curious

I create photos of families spending time together, letting go of the unrealistic Pinterest-perfect version of life and being in the moment together; spontaneous, playful and honest. I remember rainy afternoons spent with my mum in the kitchen, baking cakes and not caring about the clouds of flour that wafted around us. And sunny summer Sundays washing the car with my dad and turning the hose on him to initiate a family water fight.These are the honest moments where we all look most beautiful, engaged with the people we love, living in the moment and forgetting the rest. These are the moments I love to photograph.

Recent Work

The Leddy Family – Placerville Photo Session

When your photography mentor, the person who has pushed you the hardest throughout your career to up your game, has believed in you and your potential even when you were ready to throw in the towel, and who herself has a successful decades-long photography business...

Sham of the Perfect 2018 – our year in photos

“The great thing about real life is that it belongs to you. You can make it up as you go along!” ― Victoria Ashton Sham of the Perfect is a collaborative photography project made up of an international collection of photographers who are passionate about both family...

The Waterbury / Cravens Family – Fair Oaks family photographer

I have known this family since their oldest, Atticus, was a baby. I worked with his father, Brett, at Lyon Real Estate’s head office more than a decade ago now. I remember Atticus frequently sauntering up to my cubicle, his red-cheeked little face alive with...

The Pattersons – Orangevale Family Photographer

I know the Pattersons through my daughter’s school. They’re one of those families that just have their priorities straight. They welcome curiosity, playfulness, creativity, and adventure into their lives…

The Tings – Carmichael Family Session

The Tings are family, And like all good photographers, I get to photograph family almost never, being busy with sessions with other people’s families at this time of the year. So, I was thrilled that we were able to get something on the schedule this Fall. The...
My  Story
The big, plastic bowl is between my legs jiggling back and forth as I stir the batter vigorously with my inexperienced little hands. I’m so small that my feet barely dangle over the edge of the countertop that I’m perched precariously on top of. It’s raining but inside it’s warm and cozy, the air rich with the smell of butter, sugar and my mum’s cup of instant coffee which she’s sipping as she stands next to me. Her gentle voice offers me encouragement to keep stirring and, every now and then, she puts her hands over mine to give the movement a little more oomph.

There’s cake mix on my bare thighs, flour on her shirt and we both occasionally dip our finger into the bowl for a taste test. We giggle like school girls because it always feels just a little naughty.

I remember her wavy blond hair, her pink cheeks, her easy smile, that loving look on her face whenever we exchanged a glance that said “isn’t this FUN!?” and most of all, I remember her hands. I used to love looking at them, hoping one day that the chubbiness of my own fingers would transform to be as long and lovely as hers. (They never did.)

She is so beautiful in a way that transcends any physical description I could write of her. It would miss her comforting smell, the sound of her laughter and the feel of her stolen kisses on my cheek. But that memory of us baking

cakes in our tiny little kitchen in England drops me right back into that moment and I can feel it all again as if it were yesterday. I only wish I had a photograph of moments like that.

My mother was too lost in the joy of working with me to care about whether raw egg was going to make us sick, or if my little hands were completely clean, or even about the flour which also made its way to the floor. How the cake turned out wasn’t the point and, as for the mess, she’d just clean it up later.

These are some of the strongest memories from my childhood. The ordinary tasks I shared with my mother, everyday things that she turned into an opportunity for us to play and connect. My mother taught me that mess you make in the process of having fun is simply the evidence of a life lived joyfully. A life in which you give yourself permission to let the unrealistic, Pinterest version of life go, in favor of putting the most important things in life first: the people you love and the ever-so precious time you have to spend with them.


Like my mum I’ll put snuggles on the couch over clean dishes any day and ignore the pile of laundry to join in with my daughter dancing to One Direction in the living room. I believe in putting fun first, spontaneously grabbing the hose and dousing dad in the back yard when he’s not paying attention, and worrying about the aftermath later.

Let’s get lost in these bright flashes of life together and then I’ll photograph that.

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