I like to document ordinary everyday things. The little things I want to remember. Like the way the light falls just before bed time. The ritual of brushing and drying my daughters hair, listening to her as she chats away. I may not like my house, with it’s pokey, nasty English windows, I resent the lack of a proper golden hour thanks to high trees blocking the light. It's no secret that I loath my curtains and decor, and my hair is a mess. But you know what, none of that matters. None of it is important for what I will remember is this moment. This time that we shared. The stillness at the end of the day.