February is over, we’re almost halfway through March and I feel like I can breathe again. I hadn’t realised I was holding my breath. But I must have been because suddenly there’s a little bit less of a squeezing feeling in my chest. Last month marked four years since my Dad died, suddenly and unexpectedly,…
February has been weird. It’s usually my least favourite month as it’s the time of year I associate most with my Dad – his birthday plus the anniversaries of his death and his funeral all take place in February. I usually find it incredibly difficult. This year has been better though: I’ve been consciously choosing…
I have always said with absolute certainty that the first thing I would grab in a fire is my photos. As it turns out, I was wrong. You think you know how you’ll react. You think you know what it will feel like if the unimaginable happens. You think you know the steps you’ll take…
Over time I’ve come to realise that it always takes me a little while to get going at the beginning of a new year. I’m not one of those people who launches into January all fired up and ready to achieve – I prefer a slower, more gentle start. I tend to spend January reflecting…
The paradox of time is already in evidence for 2019 as January feels like it’s simultaneously zoomed by and lasted 186 days already. The girls went back to school quite late this year and so we had a whole week of the Christmas holidays still to go at the start of the month, which we…
The new year always begins in the most positive of ways for us as we celebrate our youngest girl’s birthday at the start of January. I can’t think of a better way to bring colour and joy to the greyest of months. This year, she turned nine years old. Nine years of my little ray…
We begin January 1st every year with an empty glass jar and a stack of brightly coloured scraps of paper. They’re placed on the kitchen side together, easily accessible for all, and throughout the weeks and months that follow, whenever someone thinks of something that they’ve felt happy about (or proud of, or excited about)…
Anyone who meets me for the first time quickly recognises just how important photography is to me. My camera is very rarely out of my hands – it’s pretty much an extension of me and I take it almost everywhere I go. I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember, though the…
Last January I read this post by Suzanne from Inside, Outside and Beyond and loved the idea of summing up the year in numbers (I can’t help it, I just love lists). I ended up putting my own post together (here) which measured 2017 according to all the things that were important to me and…
I take hundreds of photos every month, and most of them don’t get shared with anyone, let alone online. And yet the moments in time that those photos capture are just as important a part of our story as the other images that I do choose to share. I originally created this blog as a…