I live in a crooked-lane cottage in Perthshire, Scotland - beams on the ceiling, muddy boots at the door, too many books on the go, and a daughter who’s teaching my husband and I how to see the world all over again.

In my twenties, I saw far too many sunrises, slept in a tent in Kenya surrounded by elephants for years, and globetrotted my way into figuring out who the hell I was (am?). These days, I’ve hit peak mid-thirties - an ex-partier learning to garden, trying to look after my skin, and drinking hot chocolate by the fire on Saturday nights.

 A wild past, rooted present - and honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing.

That shift in pace filters into how I photograph weddings: calm, intentional, quietly observant. I’m not here to orchestrate your day or box you in. I’m here to notice. To catch the things you might miss. To make it beautiful without making it feel staged.

I shoot weddings and elopements across Scotland, Europe, and beyond. The passport’s never dusty - but coming home to my little family has never looked better.

I'm living the best of both, and I’m so grateful.