It all started in Year 11 when I chose photography as an elective. I was never one for academics. I thrived in creativity. Photography felt natural, effortless. I bought my first camera kit and spent hours outside with friends, experimenting, learning. One of my friends was a model, so we’d plan shoots just for fun, capturing moments that felt bigger than us. I remember looking at well-known photographers and thinking, That’s going to be me. 

But the journey wasn’t as straightforward as I imagined. My mindset wasn’t where it needed to be, and photography stayed a hobby while I got lost in the endless possibilities of career paths. What was I truly passionate about? Only one thing came to mind.

I traveled across Australia, documenting every step of my journey. It was one of the best times of my life, collecting memories, framing them, reliving them. Photography became more than just images; it was proof of where I had been, what I had felt.

For a while, I focused on newborn photography, which I loved, but I still felt like something was missing. Self-doubt crept in. I questioned if I was meant for this. But this year, something shifted. I let go of my fears, my limiting beliefs, and made a promise to myself: I will not give up.

There’s a new fire inside me now, one that won’t burn out. Photography isn’t just what I do, it’s who I am. And I want to share that with you.