Amy Oliver Photographer, Blackburn, Melbourne (2026)

I take pretty photos and I adore my job but let's be real, my life is beautifully messy and a far cry from my pretty Instagram feeds! I do laugh (a lot) and mainly at my crazy one year old who's either taking her nappy off and leaving little ponds around my house or doing a 'bum-dance' and entertaining anyone who will watch and give her a clap. I ugly cry often at adds on TV (I blame sleep depriva

tion) and I usually have washing oozing from the laundry. Does that make you feel more at ease? I hope so. Here are the things I know... I love my husband Nathan, my beautiful little girls, Evie + Anna and documenting life in all it's mess and beauty. I love being a Mum, it's amazing. I find it crazy hard and also crazy beautiful. I've been a photographer for the last 7 years and I can't believe I get to do this for a 'job'. I love pretty things. I love baby wearing. Colours make me smile inside. I find marriage beautiful and also really hard, mainly becuase I desire to put myself before my husband. I drink coffee but I prefer a cup of tea. I have a Thermomix and I wish I used it more (am I aloud to say that? lol). I love black and white images, they make my heart smile. I co-sleep with my babies. I wish I painted and if I did I'd paint endless bouquets of flowers like Lulie Wallace. Since having babies I often struggle with my weight. Photos are my love language. I love vacuuming. I actually love Melbourne weather. I think my girls are hilarious. And cheeky. Very cheeky. Autumn always catches me off guard and I wish it lasted longer. When it comes to photography, I adore it. It's how I love to communicate. I’m so thankful for the beautiful people I’ve been able to meet and the incredibly special moments I’ve been able to be a part of with my camera in hand. I can’t imagine it getting any better than this. Thanks for stopping by…. anything else you’d like to know? Maybe we can have a cup of tea together? Amy x

P.S. If you'd like to see more of my life then checkout on Instagram. I promise to over-share and spam you with photos of my kids.

15/05/2026

I turned 41 on Wednesday. Which feels slightly absurd because internally I still fluctuate between “capable adult woman” and “someone who has lost her phone while actively holding it.”

But if I’m honest, I think I’m more excited about this decade than any other so far.

There’s something unexpectedly freeing about getting older. Not because everything magically becomes easier (absolutely not), but because the constant need to prove yourself starts loosening its grip a little. You care less about performing your life correctly and more about actually living it.

Hubbs and I spent the day at the Hot Springs this week, completely kid free, which honestly felt medically needed after the last few years, haha. We sat around in fluffy robes pretending we were serene wellness people instead of two exhausted parents discussing school lunches, whether we should divide and conquer Saturday sport or go together, and what snacks to pack for the two year old so he’s not running onto the court mid-game like an unhinged streaker.

Somewhere between the sauna and the cold plunge, I discovered I apparently love sauna culture with the intensity of someone about to become deeply annoying about it.

I’m now trying to convince Nath we need a barrel sauna at home immediately.
(If you own a sauna business and need photos, hit me up. I work for heat therapy.)

Then the other night, I went to my first live choral performance.

And this part surprised me.

I didn’t just enjoy it. It moved me in a way I wasn’t expecting at all. The sound felt almost physical. Like standing inside a living instrument while waves of human voices wrapped around you like blankets. It felt ancient and human and strangely sacred all at once.

I drove home thinking about how wild it is that at this stage of life, after babies and burnout and identity shifts and all the millions of tiny ways motherhood reshapes you, you can still discover entirely new parts of yourself….

New things to love.
New things to long for.
New ways of being in the world.

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29/04/2026

Everything you need to know about booking a Mother’s Day Mini Session… 💕

There are currently 5 spots left on Saturday 2nd and 5 on Sunday 3rd, and they’re quietly disappearing- only 3 sleeps before they kick off!

If those dates feel a bit too soon (because… life), I’ve also opened up post Mother’s Day sessions.

You can gift Mum the experience on Mother’s Day morning, and she’ll have a whole week to decide what to wear (no rushed outfit decisions the night before).

It’s a beautiful, meaningful gift. Something she’ll actually keep. ✨

Physical gift vouchers are also available for collection at Matilda Cafe if you want something physical to give her on Mother’s Day morning…

The booking link is in Amy’s bio! ✨✨✨

24/04/2026

There’s something about the third baby that makes you a little less interested in performing… and a lot more interested in just living.

With Willem, I leant all the way in.
Breastfeeding. Cosleeping. The whole thing.

Not to prove anything.
Not to be “that mum.”
But because I’d done this twice before… and I knew what would work for me and how I’m wired.

And also, if I’m being honest... I was a bit tired of the quiet shame.
The subtle pause before answering the maternal health nurse.
The mental pep talk before saying it out loud.
(Which, when you think about it, is slightly unhinged. Why are we rehearsing honesty like it’s a courtroom statement?)

This time, I just… didn’t.

And here’s the plot twist no one really shouts from the rooftops:
I’ve had more sleep than I ever did with my girls.

Actual sleep. The kind where you wake up and don’t feel tired down to your bones.

Two years of what I like to call breastsleeping,
and somehow, it made three kids feel… doable.

Honestly, it feels like one of those conspiracy theories you stumble across at 2am.
Except instead of lizard people, it’s just mums quietly realising:
“Oh. This works.”

(And yes, it can be done safely, calmly, intentionally. Not the accidental couch nap situation. We’re not doing that.)

Anyway. Here we are.
Two years in.

Our bond is strong.
There was always enough milk.
And the closeness… you can feel what it’s given him. It’s written all over him.

But lately, there’s this quiet nudge.

The sense that it might be time to begin the end.

Which feels… complicated.
A bit like breaking up with someone who is very much still in love with you.
Even typing that makes me want to take it back.

Because part of me isn’t ready.
But another part, my body, mostly... is whispering,
“Hey… I think I need a little rest now.”

So I’m standing in this strange in between.
Soaking up the lasts.
Bracing for the shift.
Wondering how we’ll find our next rhythm, one that doesn’t involve him launching at me every time I sit down like a tiny, determined heat-seeking missile.

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