Hi, I’m Rachel.
I am a mother to three, a wife, and a storyteller.
My children’s speech development went something like: da-da, ma-ma, camera. I’m kidding, but only just. My love affair with photography runs deep, like a fifth limb, an extension of who I am. Mary Oliver once said that we have three instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. The art of photo taking is how I do this, and I do it in this way because it allows me to see beauty in places I’d otherwise miss. This beauty enriches my life, makes me nicer to live with and gives me a greater sense of happiness.
Photos can make life look more beautiful than it is. They are not filled with the hard bits; the fights we have in kitchens, the nights we lay awake, the discarded train tracks and the stress of holding all that we love in place. They have no traces of the hard conversations we share in our bedrooms or the whinging that makes us lose our minds. There are no laundry piles. No past regrets.
But the thing I’ve learned is that photography offers us the precious gift of being seen. It gives us hope – that through all the hard, there is still beauty. There is so much beauty. And it’s beauty that has been earned. It’s beauty made worthwhile because of the hard.
Because the thing is, framing sun flares and zooming in on hidden smiles allows us the privilege of grabbing things in their full and astonishing form. It allows us to actually and for once stop and look at the beautiful and wonderful things which surround us, things we don’t even see because we’re so busy being in them. We can’t see ourselves in our own stories. Photography is the art form which changes that.
When I take my lens cap off, I allow myself to listen. That is what photographs have always been for me: stepping stones into a place of clarity.
So when I take a photograph for you, I yearn to reflect back to you the beauty I see, to show you in your own wonderful story. And my hope is that I can give you a new pair of glasses, a new way of seeing things, so you too can seek out wonder in your own surroundings – wonder which always resides in the small things, the tiny details. Windswept hair across eyelids, the blue of the sky, tiny hands grasped around necks, pretty wildflowers swaying in the wind, freckles across noses.
My goal is to be your visual storyteller.
I live in Shorncliffe, Brisbane with my husband Joel and our three children, Ella, Billy and Georgie. I love, in no particular order, wearing cute shoes, scouring through thrift shops, planning birthday parties, colourful quilts, fish and chips at our beach, the smell of a new baby, reading in freshly-sheeted beds, wispy ocean hair, and coffee.
I would love to tell your story.
“AS PEOPLE BECOME AWARE OF THE FINITUDE OF THEIR LIFE, THEY DO NOT ASK FOR MUCH; THEY DO NOT SEEK MORE RICHES; THEY DO NOT SEEK MORE POWER; THEY ONLY ASK TO BE PERMITTED, IN AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, TO KEEP SHAPING THE STORY OF THEIR LIFE IN THE WORLD. ” ATUL GAWANDE, FROM BEING MORTAL.
You can follow our daily life in writings and photos at thetent.com.au