I didn’t plan to become a photographer. I just needed somewhere to put the feelings.
Motherhood cracked me open in ways I didn’t expect—some days tender, some days unbearable. Photography became a way to hold the mess and the beauty at the same time. To make sense of things I couldn’t name.
I’m Erin. I travel around Australia with my family, camera always within reach, chasing connection in unexpected places. I left a career that no longer fit so I could build something slower, truer—for my kids, for myself.
My work is part documentary, part diary. I’m not after perfection. I’m after what’s real. The cracks, the light, the in-between moments that don’t ask to be seen, but matter anyway.