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Little b Photography

Ipswich based family photographer

07/06/2026

Some sessions feel less like photographs and more like memory made visible.

Eliza, Lachy and little Florence, at home in the golden light. Bare feet, baby giggles, dogs underfoot, and the soft chaos of family life unfolding exactly as it should.

I have photographed Eliza through so many pivotal seasons, and every time I do, I feel it — that beautiful ache of nostalgia. Her mum, my Aunty Kathryn, died when Eliza was young, but there are moments when I photograph her and I see Kathryn so clearly.

Love does not end. It changes shape. It shows up in afternoon light, in a baby’s grin, in a mother’s hands, in the quiet echo of someone deeply missed and still deeply present.

Florence Kathryn, you are so loved.

25/04/2026

Pulled them out of their own engagement for a minute.

Down a back alley, wet pavement, city humming -
just enough distance to remember what this actually is.

Upstairs, they were surrounded.
Family in the room, and family felt across the ocean.
Laughter, hands, glasses raised. All of it.

And then this - quiet, dark, just them.

Six months.
A coffee.
A 6pm proposal in a lounge room.

No performance. No big production.
Just two people who already know.

Some love doesn’t build slowly.
It just arrives, fully formed.

06/04/2026

Some seasons don’t ask for permission before they change.
So you hold each other a little closer.
You laugh a little louder.
You let the kids stay sandy longer.

Because right now, the sun is warm,
the tide is gentle,
and love is here in its simplest form.
Bare feet, tangled hair, arms wrapped tight.

No big declarations.
Just quiet promises held in the way they lean into each other,
in the way hands find hands without looking.

This is what it means to be anchored.
To be steady for one another.
To choose joy anyway.

One golden afternoon,
stitched into forever.

29/03/2026

Some day we will dream about today.

Chlorine in their hair. Nervous smiles behind the blocks. Goggles pulled tight with quiet determination. The cheers from the sidelines that tell them they are never doing this alone.

The ordinary afternoons that become the memories they carry into adulthood.
The confidence built in small brave moments.
The friendships formed between races.
The community that shows up, week after week, to help raise resilient, capable kids.

These are the golden threads of childhood - simple, steady, and deeply important.

Grateful to capture a small part of their story.

Karalee Swim Club

24/03/2026

I remember a girl learning how to stand in her light.
Curious, bright, still discovering the edges of who she might become.

This year - she doesn’t search for it.
She stands in it.

There is something quietly powerful
about a young woman who knows her own mind
and doesn’t feel the need to explain it.

Still warm. Still luminous.
But grounded now in something deeper than approval.

Less wondering.
More knowing.

Less performing.
More being.

Last year was about becoming.
This year is about presence.

Composed, certain, completely herself.
Soft where she chooses, strong where it counts.

She doesn’t try to be noticed.
She simply is.

And somehow, everything notices anyway.

Tonight’s energy? Quiet confidence
with just enough edge to keep things interesting.

15/03/2026

This feels like everything I need.
13 years doing life together.
I love you Kyle James.

07/03/2026

I see you here now, and my mind drifts back to the shoreline where I first watched you wait for him - only months ago.

You stood close then, her hands curved around the small, unseen future you were both already holding. There was salt in the air and that quiet tenderness that settles over parents before a child arrives - the kind that feels suspended, like breath held gently between you.

Now he is here. Leo.

And you hold him together in almost the same way - the shape unchanged, only the weight real.

Your daughter folds in beside you with the same easy certainty she carried before he was born, as if she remembers that waiting too. As if she always knew exactly where he would fit.

Seeing you now feels like watching a moment come into focus - what I once saw in outline now warm and breathing in your arms. The same closeness. The same steadiness. The same love, only touched and known.

I saw you then, holding the almost.
I see you now, holding him.
And it still feels like the very same season.

26/02/2026

There are sessions that feel like work, and there are sessions that feel like being entrusted with something sacred.

This was the latter.

I walked into a home where love had been lived in for decades - in chairs worn familiar, in a car that still held stories, in rooms that had watched a family grow up and outward and back again. And in the middle of it all sat a man coming to the end of his life, surrounded - completely, unmistakably surrounded - by the people he and his wife had built everything around.

No one needed direction. They leaned in on their own. Sat closer. Held longer. Hands rested where they’d always rested. Grandchildren folded into arms that had held generations. Adult children hovered nearby, instinctively returning to the centre that had always been home.

There was laughter. There were tears. There were moments where the air shifted and everyone felt it at once, that tender awareness that time is finite and presence is everything.

I photographed quietly. Carefully. Knowing this wasn’t about images. It was about witnessing love in its truest form: proximity, touch, belonging, staying close while you still can.

I left carrying the weight and the privilege of it.

This is what it looked like when a family gathered in close around one of their own.

25/12/2025

Te Raipine & Hikooterangi.

Two hearts standing where land meets sea.

Wrapped in whakapapa, held by the tide, watched over by those who walked before.

The heitiki rests close to the heart - a taonga carrying memory, protection, and promise.

Moko etched with story and identity - Mataora and Moko Kauae - speaking of life, lineage, and the balance between protector and nurturer, tribe and whānau.

Like the birds of the ngahere - the kiwi who explores, the rūrū who observes, the kākā who calls - they move together with intention.

Anchored in Te Arawa roots.
Guided by those who came before.
Choosing each other.

This is not just an engagement.
It’s a commitment blessed by whenua, moana, and wairua.

He taonga te aroha.
He taonga tēnei hononga.

12/12/2025

She walked first.

Not because she was ahead - but because she always was. The one who moved forward even when the path was unclear, even when the load was heavy, even when no one noticed.

Four boys once held close are now grown men with their own pace, their own direction, their own lives. They follow differently now. Sometimes beside her. Sometimes behind. Sometimes circling back. Laughing loud, falling quiet, standing steady - always tethered by something deeper than proximity.

This isn’t about the moment they grew up.

It’s about what remains after they do. The values carried, the respect held, the unspoken knowing of where home is.

Four grown men. One constant.

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