The Hitchcock sisters.

I love family photo shoots. Perhaps I’ve been lucky, but the families I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with have been a joy to photograph. The Hitchcock family was no exception. Three sisters and their Mum on a Autumnal afternoon at Bar Beach, Newcastle. Warm, no crowds, softening light and a beautiful coastal location.Continue reading “The Hitchcock sisters.”

Mum’s 70th.

May 2017. My Mum is turning 70. The “Festival of Frances” has been up and running since Friday night and looks to continue well into the week. Today we surprised Mum. She arrived late morning for what she thought was a family BBQ but instead was greeted with a formally set table, flowers, gift, champagneContinue reading “Mum’s 70th.”

The simple things.

November 2016. There’s a lot to be said about focusing on the present and enjoying the moment. Sounds easy? It’s hard, at least for me. Working life demands that I constantly be planning, implementing and improving; it’s a continuous loop that involves contemplating ‘next steps’. Then there’s school (what’s coming up? what does our daughter needContinue reading “The simple things.”

Have courage.

November 2016. Portraits. The traditional head-and-shoulders study or eyes-straight-down-the-camera is something with which we are all familiar. In photographing children there is something to be said for capturing a more ‘editorial style’ of portrait. They are changing and growing so fast; a photographic portrait of a child should tell the story of their development inContinue reading “Have courage.”

Keepsake.

2015. I’m a lover of book shops and can rarely visit one without walking away with a purchase. I like the tactile pleasure of reading a physical book and have never quite found the same joy in reading a novel on the kindle or iPad. I love browsing books, handling books, getting excited about newContinue reading “Keepsake.”

Photography and me.

i) ANZAC Day ANZAC Day was last month, a day in Australia where we remember all who have defended our country, those who have served and those who have fallen. My family and I attended the Newcastle ANZAC March, something that’s becoming a regular gig for us. Last year we rushed to eat brekky, grumbledContinue reading “Photography and me.”