Her Wildness

Her Wildness I'm a Nature Photographer based in Sheffield

Jess offers artistic bo***ir sessions which are aimed at empowering individuals, and couples through celebrating the human body.

Small, quiet, and often overlooked, the daisy arrives softly with the change in season.It’s one of the first gentle remi...
23/04/2026

Small, quiet, and often overlooked, the daisy arrives softly with the change in season.

It’s one of the first gentle reminders that spring is here…

A return to simplicity.
A quiet kind of resilience.
A reminder that beauty is all around us 🌼

Most people walk past this without ever noticing it.Ribwort plantain (Plantago lanceolata) — a quiet, unassuming plant g...
16/04/2026

Most people walk past this without ever noticing it.

Ribwort plantain (Plantago lanceolata) — a quiet, unassuming plant growing underfoot on paths, verges, and wild edges. Often dismissed as a weed… but it’s been used for centuries as a healing herb.

I’m always drawn to this stage — when the seed head begins to open and those tiny white stamens emerge. It feels like such a fleeting, easy-to-miss moment.

There’s something I love about photographing plants like this… the overlooked ones. The ones that don’t demand your attention, but quietly offer so much if you slow down enough to see them.

It makes me wonder how many plants we step over every day without realising their stories, their uses, their beauty.

Do you notice plantain where you are? Or is there a “common” plant you’ve started to see differently over time?

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as the seasons come and goand winter loosens its holdthere is a sensethat life and deathstand closer in the coldthe sols...
21/01/2026

as the seasons come and go
and winter loosens its hold
there is a sense
that life and death
stand closer in the cold

the solstice comes in fog and quiet
holding endings and beginnings
in the same breath

yet in the countryside
i find even winter’s bleakness
carries its own beauty
regardless…

Yesterday brought the most incredible surprise — a Eurasian sparrowhawk right here in my garden! 🌿🦅 Living on the edge o...
08/10/2025

Yesterday brought the most incredible surprise — a Eurasian sparrowhawk right here in my garden! 🌿🦅 Living on the edge of the Peak District truly feels like sharing space with the wild. From the deer that trotted along the field behind our garden on the evening we moved in, to the owl you’ll find in my Stories — (not the best quality, but too magical not to share) — every day here feels like a quiet encounter with nature’s untamed side.

I feel so lucky to witness these moments of magic — brief glimpses into the secret lives that unfold just beyond the hedgerow. ✨

✨ I recently stumbled upon a 35mm film photograph my dad took before I was born. In it, his hand reaches into frame, gen...
15/09/2025

✨ I recently stumbled upon a 35mm film photograph my dad took before I was born. In it, his hand reaches into frame, gently holding the stem of an unfamiliar plant. The image is moody and quiet, lit only by natural light, the atmosphere rich with shadow and tone. On the back he wrote: “Study of someone’s hand and various odds and ends in the background.”

The strange thing is, when I shared this photo, people thought it was mine. The style, the light, the tenderness of gesture—it all felt uncannily like my own work. I realised that long before I ever picked up a camera, this way of looking—of finding beauty in plants, hands, and fleeting light—was already alive in him.

It feels like a love of photography has passed silently between us, a thread that ties father and daughter across time, space and dimensions 💫 🌿📷


The bilberries are early this year 🍇🌿
We’ve already spotted plenty ripening on our local moorland — a whole month ahead ...
14/07/2025

The bilberries are early this year 🍇🌿
We’ve already spotted plenty ripening on our local moorland — a whole month ahead of when we usually find them! My daughter and I spent last weekend foraging under the heather, hands and mouths stained purple, baskets slowly filling.
Bilberry picking is such a grounding, mindful activity for children — part treasure hunt, part lesson in patience. It’s also a beautiful way to introduce little ones to sustainable foraging and the rhythms of seasonal, wild food. We only take what we need, leave plenty for wildlife, and return year after year with growing knowledge and care.
Bilberries are rich in antioxidants and vitamin C, and when they’re this abundant, they feel like a gift. Their short season makes them feel even more precious — and the taste of homemade bilberry jam? Absolutely unmatched.
I’m thrilled to have contributed a piece on this very topic to the latest issue of ✨ In the article, I share how to identify bilberries, tips on where to find them, their health benefits, and a simple, delicious recipe for wild bilberry jam — one of our family favourites.

Check out for more info and to read the article 💚 Let me know if you’re out bilberry picking this year too — I’d love to hear what you’re making with them!

She stood at the forest’s edge, where water meets land — striking eyes, skin brushed by soft dappled sunlight, wrapped i...
07/07/2025

She stood at the forest’s edge, where water meets land — striking eyes, skin brushed by soft dappled sunlight, wrapped in the quiet of the Peak District. The lace of her dress barely visible, her face calm and open, held by the stillness around her.

This portrait speaks to the strength found in softness, the power in being fully present.
Captured with intention — a moment of connection between woman and wild.

Let me be like waterfluid and forgiving ~ Lo WolfWith  +
25/06/2025

Let me be like water
fluid and forgiving
~ Lo Wolf

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Spotted the local heron late Saturday evening.Majestic, no doubt. Mesmerising, in fact.Watching him fish was like witnes...
16/06/2025

Spotted the local heron late Saturday evening.
Majestic, no doubt. Mesmerising, in fact.
Watching him fish was like witnessing a slow, wild dance — all precision and grace.
I couldn’t take my eyes (or my lens) off him.

But.

Let’s just say… it’s complicated.
Last year, he gobbled up the entire brood of baby moorhens at our communal pond.
Today, I found him lurking again.
So yeah, I chased him off and stuck around for a bit - he didn’t return.

We coexist, uneasily.
The beauty and the brutality of nature, right here in Sheffield.



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