A Light Beheld Photography

A Light Beheld Photography Georgia Graham | Palmerston North Photographer
Honest • Gentle • Poetic
Storytelling photography for families, mothers, and artists

Little boy, big dreams.
19/02/2026

Little boy, big dreams.

So it begins... lots and lots of types of days...Once upon a time, I said I would probably never want to photograph a we...
13/02/2026

So it begins... lots and lots of types of days...

Once upon a time, I said I would probably never want to photograph a wedding. And then Kaitlyn sent me a message. And then I thought I probably would photograph a wedding. And then it was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. I wrote a little story about it. You can find it (along with more photos) on my website if you click the blog tab and open up the post titled, "I know you don't do wedding photography, but..."

Before the birth of our first son, my husband and I decided that we wouldn't share his face on social media. There was n...
05/01/2026

Before the birth of our first son, my husband and I decided that we wouldn't share his face on social media. There was no way he could consent to it as a baby... and even as he gets a little older and able to make simple choices, there is no way for him to understand what the internet is, what dangers lurk just on the very edges of the parts that seem more innocent.

Informed consent has always been at the core of my business. No one will see your photos before you do, no image will be shared online without your explicit permission, and not before you’ve been able to enjoy your images for at least a few weeks yourself first. The rule I go by is simple: No Surprises.

The combination of my own desire to protect my children, and the importance of informed consent, has led me to the only possible conclusion—that I must hold the same standards for all children, not just my own.

For a long time, I have felt okay about posting client’s children’s faces with their parent’s permission. It felt more removed than my own children on my own social media; I didn’t share children’s names, or the day they were born, or other personal details. But the internet is changing, and my concerns have broadened.

I’ve been sitting with this for a while, and was delighted to see another photographer take this step in her business recently. It was the nudge I needed to make this post, and go through my website and previous posts to action what was in my heart.

This has been a hard call to make as a business owner trying to advertise my service with the kinds of photos you can expect to see in your own galleries when you book with me... But as a mum, and a human? There has never been an easier decision.

The good news? (I mean, it’s all good news, safety is the goodest news there is!)... Your private photo galleries won’t change. When you book a session with me, you can expect a gallery filled with all the bright, beautiful faces of your children and loved ones, just as I’ve always done.

P.S. The third slide should read "eeeeeven IF I never share my favourite images," and I am annoyed that I missed that typo 😅

It's the kind of picture you can't plan.Light, peace, mess, and joy, all in one image. I had seen the light through the ...
08/11/2025

It's the kind of picture you can't plan.

Light, peace, mess, and joy, all in one image.

I had seen the light through the washing, and dappled on the lawn, and streaming through the tree. Grabbed my toddler and my camera. Click.

I didn't see it when I took the photo. My eye was pressed to the viewfinder, checking I was metering right for the light, when I heard the beating of wings. Click click click click.

It was gone, and I looked at the back of my camera, exhaling awe. A drawn-out exclamation from the little voice on the lawn. "Birrrr-dee!"

What a treat—these moments we could never plan, and if we tried, they would lose their magic. It's the kind of picture only God could make. I just had the privilege of taking it 🕊.

23/10/2025

"Wanna see what I saw?" I ask, holding my camera out one-handed in front my husband, my other hand still wet from the dish water. "Hmm!" He replies, and pats me on the bum—quiet approval of striped light beheld in a sink of bubbles and a second-hand temuka bowl. Moments before, I had noticed it, and asked him for my camera, fumbling with it as I held the moment.

This is so much of what I do.

Each gallery I deliver comes with the same unspoken question: "Wanna see what I saw?" It's an invitation to notice, just as I do when I pick up my camera and then watch. Maybe you'll see the same things I did—the way you hold space for your children to exist in their own wonderous selves. Maybe you'll see more than I could—a look, the same as the one you saw in the photos of your own mother when you were the age your children are now. Or the picnic blanket you grew up eating on with your Gran, found stowed under the driver's seat of her old car as an unexpected heirloom for your family to enjoy. There are so many stories to be told, moments to be seen.

If you haven't had photos taken of your family recently, this is your invitation, for the very season that you're in—do you wanna see?

This year is all booked, but I have a (shrinking) handful of sessions available over the summer!

The little feet that once ran along my diaphragm press now against my chin.I try to savour this moment.It’s a lot, if I’...
20/10/2025

The little feet that once ran along my diaphragm press now against my chin.

I try to savour this moment.

It’s a lot, if I’m honest, the legs that flail and search for my mouth as I try to feed with one arm and keep working with the other.

Maybe he was easier to feed as a newborn.

The sweetness has changed now... from a babe covered in the last bits of downy hair, hands hugged to me like a possum, and hazy eyes searching for the voice that he’d heard, muffled and close inside my womb; to the baby now sprawled across my lap, “tig tig tig,” clumsy tickles on my belly as I lift up my shirt, newborn haze replaced with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he grins, and I can't help but laugh.

And then the feet, the squirming, the fingers that used to get in the way of him latching, now hooked around my bottom teeth.

And despite how big he feels these days—much too long to tuck into my forearms, his head long able to hold itself up—for a moment he is my tiny baby again.

And then he is satisfied, and he pulls back, grin once again spreading across his face.

“Ba-lub,” as he flicks his tongue once, slides to the floor... and waddles away to find Dad.

In honour of the father this beautiful man is, and fathers the world over: Reflections on a fatherhood I almost tried to...
09/09/2025

In honour of the father this beautiful man is, and fathers the world over: Reflections on a fatherhood I almost tried to squash.

Just before the birthday of my second baby, I had the huge privilege of sitting down (via Zoom) with Carla Sargent of He...
12/08/2025

Just before the birthday of my second baby, I had the huge privilege of sitting down (via Zoom) with Carla Sargent of Healing Birth with Carla, and sharing the stories of my births and postpartum seasons.

Carla's work in sharing stories has had a huge impact on my journey, and it was incredibly special to come full circle and share a part of that with her!

You can listen to the podcast interview on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/episode/2R39yRFvlKlHghuoo1CYzp?si=e0_bOBvOSlC-9Sk9qnk38g
Or YouTube https://youtu.be/MaJQBKW0lEM?feature=shared

Photos by:

Slide 1 – My SIL Rebecca, edited by me
Slides 9 & 10 – Tony 💕
Slide 11 – .creative.co.nz
Slides 12-17 – My dear friend Erika, and for a couple of them

I've always believed that birth stories are important. But as I get older, and more into this birthy space, I've noticed...
17/07/2025

I've always believed that birth stories are important.

But as I get older, and more into this birthy space, I've noticed more and more just 𝘩𝘰𝘸 important.

We were made to be witnessed.

Not always physically (plenty of women need to be quite unobserved to feel safe in labour and allow their babies to be born, and that is incredibly valid). But even if we birth without another soul around, there is still this need to be seen—to share our stories with safe people, to have some of our hardest work recognised, to be held.

Birth photography can be part of that, and I love that I get to do this. But even without a single photo taken, women's stories deserve to be shared—in their words, with their feelings.

Let's keep holding space for that ❤️

Do you know what I love most about getting in front of the camera with my family? It's not just to have something to put...
20/05/2025

Do you know what I love most about getting in front of the camera with my family?

It's not just to have something to put on the wall (cause let's be real, I am awful at printing photos... embarrassingly bad as a photographer 😬).

No, it's this—when I'm in the photo, I get to 𝘴𝘦𝘦 myself. Sure, I have a mirror. I know what I look like. But a photo reflects my story back to me. I get to see myself as a wife, nestled into Tony's side, half of a whole. And I get to see myself as a mama... a safe place for my two little humans, eyes alight as they grab my face with their dimpled hands.

I want the same for you! I want your motherhood to exist outside of selfies and mirrors, which can't truly capture who you are to your little people in the same way I can when I sit and observe, camera in hand, noticing.

These photos are a gift to you, a reminder of who you are, the beauty and heart and sparkle that only you can bring! You are so, so very precious and worthy of being seen and honoured, not only for others to see, but for you, yourself.

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