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Capturing souls in the wild womb of nature🌿📸
Motherhood | Feminine Embodiment | Family | Love | Elopement
Stories that remember, Moments that breathe.

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Also an abstract artist working with expired film soup, decay, memories and movement.

06/04/2026

One day, your children will look for photos of you… and you deserve to be in them.

I truly believe every mother deserves to be seen, held, and remembered in this season of life 💚✨🌿

Not just for what she does…
but for who she is.

For the quiet strength,
the endless giving,
the love that often goes unseen in the in-between moments.

Motherhood is beautiful, but it’s also fleeting.
The tiny details, the way they fit in your arms, the softness of this season… it changes before we’re ready.

And so often, mothers are the ones behind the camera —
rarely stepping into the frame themselves.

This Mother’s Day, I want to change that 💫

I’m gifting one special mama a free photoshoot experience (valued at $490) — a chance to slow down, be present, and have her story captured in a way that feels honest, natural, and deeply her.

Whether she’s pregnant, holding her newborn, or simply living the everyday beauty of motherhood… this is for her.

Know a mum who gives everything, loves deeply, and truly deserves something just for her?
Tag her below — I would love to read your nominations 🫶

To enter: (Must live in New Zealand, Preferably Auckland)
– Like & repost
– Tag 2 mums
– Follow

✨ Share to your story for a bonus entry (don’t forget to tag me so I can see!)

Winner announced Sunday, 10th May 2026.

Because you deserve to exist in your memories too 💚

✨ And if this speaks to you but you don’t want to leave it to chance, my Motherhood sessions are always open — you’re so welcome to reach out and book your own moment to be held and remembered.

01/04/2026

My darling niece Aoife.
She sat there,
half in this world,
half in one only she could see.

The trees whispered softly around her,
golden light catching in her hair
like it was trying to hold onto the moment, too.

There was no rush,
no need to perform—
just a quiet kind of presence,
the kind we so easily forget as we grow.

Childhood isn’t only laughter and noise…
it’s this.

The stillness.
The wondering.
The way their thoughts drift somewhere unseen,
building entire worlds in the space between heartbeats.

And there’s something about it that feels
both beautiful… and fleeting.

Like you’re witnessing a moment
you already know will one day live in memory.

I think that’s what I’m always trying to hold onto—
not just how it looked,
but how it felt.

Soft.
Fleeting.
A little bit like something you can’t quite keep…
only gently remember.

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27/03/2026

“For you, there’ll be no more crying
For you, the sun will be shining
Because I feel that when I’m with you
It’s alright, I know it’s right
To you, I’ll give the world
To you, I’ll never be cold
Because I feel that when I’m with you
It’s alright, I know it’s right
And the songbirds are singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before”

This is not the polished version of motherhood.
this is not the glowing, effortless story people like to tell.

this is the quiet weight of it.
the ache in your body, the stretching, the surrender.
the moments where you sit alone with it all and feel everything at once—
love, fear, anticipation, exhaustion… and something you can’t quite name.

because growing life changes you.
not just your body, but the way you exist in the world.

there is a letting go here—
of who you were, of what felt certain,
of the illusion that you are in control.

and in its place… something softer, something deeper is forming.

a strength that doesn’t need to prove itself.
a love that already exists before you’ve even met.

this is the in-between.
the becoming.
the part no one really prepares you for—
but maybe the most sacred of all.

this is what i’m drawn to capture—
not perfection, not performance…
but truth.

the raw, the tender, the real moments
you’ll one day look back on and feel all over again.

if you feel drawn to this kind of storytelling,
my books are open for maternity sessions 🤍

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25/03/2026

That first latch…
a moment so quiet, yet so powerful it changes everything.

It’s more than just feeding — it’s instinct, connection, and the beginning of a bond that has been growing long before this very breath.
A baby finding comfort, a mother learning her rhythm, both meeting each other in a way only they can understand.

In those first moments, there is reassurance, nourishment, and love all wrapped into one.
A reminder that the body knows, the baby knows… and together, they find their way.

Such a small moment, yet one of the most important beginnings. 🤍

20/03/2026

I’ve been quiet for a while… and truthfully, it’s because I needed to be.

Burnout hit me harder than I expected, tangled up with imposter syndrome and that familiar feeling of not being “enough.” When you live with ADHD and carry big dreams in your heart, the overwhelm can feel all-consuming. There are so many ideas, so much passion… but sometimes life, and your own mind, ask you to slow down whether you want to or not.

This image feels like a reflection of that space — a pause, a stillness, a moment of retreat. But also, something softer… a quiet kind of reblooming. Like shifting shadows across skin, reminding me that even in the darker seasons, there is movement… there is change.

“I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
‘Til the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?…”

Landslide has been sitting with me in this season — a reminder that growth can feel heavy, uncertain, even a little heartbreaking… but it’s still growth.

I’m learning that stepping back doesn’t mean you’re failing. It doesn’t mean you’ve lost your way. It just means you’re human. And being hard on yourself only deepens the weight you’re already carrying.

So this is me, gently returning. Not rushing, not forcing — just allowing myself to come back when I’m ready.

If you’ve been feeling the same, this is your reminder: you’re allowed to rest. You’re allowed to start again. 🌿

29/07/2025

In stillness, she met herself again —
cradled by the breath of the land,
surrounded by stone, moss, and sun-warmed soil.
She called upon the element of Earth,
not as something outside her,
but as the very ground she walks, the very matter of her bones.

With each slow, intentional stroke of ochre clay,
she honoured the ancient knowing held in the dirt,
in the roots, in her own body.
The Earth whispered through her fingertips,
reminding her of her wholeness —
feral, fertile, and enough.

This was no performance.
It was presence.
A return to the rhythm of rock and root,
to the language of the land that lives within her.

She wasn’t there to be seen.
She was there to feel.
To soften into gravity,
to let the Earth hold her in her becoming.

This was her ceremony.
A sacred remembering.
A reclamation of her place within the body of the Earth —
and the Earth within her.

23/07/2025

This moment was captured last year—
bare feet kissed by the tide,
laughter drifting like the wind through the trees,
a family held softly in nature’s embrace. 🌿

Since then, the tides have turned,
the sun has risen and fallen countless times,
and the seasons have shifted their song.
With that change came the sweetest gift—
the arrival of their newest little soul,
Remy,
my precious nephew.

I can’t wait to return to their story,
to capture their love again,
now with their littlest love earthside,
woven into the fabric of their family.

19/07/2025

He hongi mō te pēpi—
forehead to puku, breath to breath,
he greets the wairua waiting earthside,
sharing ha, the sacred breath of life that binds generations.

Wrapped in the stillness of te taiao,
the ngahere hums softly,
Papatūānuku cradles them in her gentle strength,
and the unseen currents of whakapapa flow around them.

This is aroha beyond words.
A moment held between worlds,
where the past, present, and future meet,
and the spirit of life is quietly honoured.

🌿 Ko te ha o te ora — the breath of life.

12/07/2025

She stands at the edge of who she was,
cradling the rhythm of new life.
Not lost—
but expanded.
Rooted deeper.
Rising softer.

The quiet strength of becoming,
the wild grace of change.
This is the unfolding.
This is motherhood, in bloom.

Now booking soulful maternity sessions for the mamas in their becoming 🌿

01/07/2025

Tiny breath, milky skin, the weight of a whole universe in your arms.
There is nothing louder than the silence of a newborn sleep —
a quiet that hums with love,
with awe,
with becoming.

These are the moments that pass like mist —
fleeting, sacred, unforgettable.

Now booking in-home newborn sessions —
gentle, slow, and storytelling in from the comfort of your own home.
📩 DM to book your space.

24/06/2025

I te wai ka p**a te ora — from water, life flows.
Held in the arms of her beloved,
carrying the wairua of new life within,
beneath the cascading tears of Papatūānuku.

This moment is more than a photograph.
It is karakia in motion—
a sacred remembering
of where we come from,
and what we return to.

Soft. Strong. Sacred.
Like wai, like wahine,
forever flowing.

Now booking maternity and motherhood sessions —
rooted in nature, guided by story, and captured with heart.
🌿 DM to book your session in te taiao.

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