Why I Take So Many Photos (Even the Blurrier Ones)

Because real life doesn’t always come with good lighting or still moments — and I love it anyway.

If you’ve ever scrolled through my camera roll, I’ll apologise in advance: it’s chaos.

There are 14 photos of the same half-eaten ice cream, a hundred versions of a toddler grin, and more out-of-focus snaps of muddy welly boots than I’ll ever need. But here’s the thing:

I take a lot of photos — even the blurry, badly lit, not-Instagram-worthy ones — because they matter to me.

I Take Photos to Feel the Moment Again

It’s not about perfection. It’s about preservation.

That blurry photo of my daughter mid-giggle, hair flying everywhere, half out of frame? It takes me back. I can hear her laugh when I see it. I remember the sound of the rain outside, the smell of her shampoo, the way she couldn’t sit still because joy was spilling out of her.

That photo is a time machine.

I Take Photos Because Motherhood Moves Fast (and I Forget Things)

Motherhood is made up of a million tiny, sacred moments that nobody else sees. A hand on my leg during breakfast. The way my child says “crocogator” instead of “crocodile.” The piles of laundry that somehow make a room feel like home.

I photograph it all — not because it’s aesthetically pleasing, but because it’s fleeting.

Photos help me hold onto things my memory is too tired to carry.

I Take Photos Because I’m in the Story Too

For a long time, I didn’t appear in the pictures. I was behind the camera, capturing everyone else’s story.

But now, I hand the camera over sometimes. I take the awkward selfies. I set the timer. I include myself — even if I haven’t brushed my hair or I’m still in leggings.

Because one day, my kids won’t care that the photo wasn’t perfect. They’ll care that I was there.

I Take Photos to Find Beauty in the Everyday

It’s easy to feel like life has to be neat and polished to be photographed. But I’ve started snapping moments on purpose that are messy, real, and wildly unedited.

Spaghetti on faces. Toys under the table. Bedhead and bedlam.

These things might not make it to a glossy feed — but they make it into my heart.

I Take Photos Because This Is My Art

I’m not painting or sculpting (though I do love a doodle on my iPad). But this? Framing up life, even in a rush — it’s my way of saying, “This matters.”

Photography is my way of storytelling, of slowing time, of saying thank you to the ordinary.

Even the blurry ones are part of the narrative.

So Yes — I Take a Lot of Photos.

I don’t take them for likes.

I don’t take them for perfection.

I take them because one day, this will all look different — and I want to remember how it felt, not just how it looked.

Blur and all.

✨ Are you a memory hoarder too? Do you have 47 versions of the same toddler blink? Let’s embrace it together. Come say hi over on Instagram — I’ll be the one posting slightly chaotic photos of everyday magic.