Reflecting on a Year of Life

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A Year of Life!

2022, the year the world returned to normal, yet somehow still changed.

I attempted another 365, a photo a day, photography project. I once again grew as an artist and a person.

  • I got more creative and have been making real face to face connections, I hope to do more of this.
  • I made some new connections in the industry and locally, I hope to do more workshops and get togethers to fill up my cup.
  • I launched my mailing list and this has been growing steadily, thank you for your support.

Its important to look back and reflect. More often than not I can be pleasantly surprised with our progress. 

Sometimes I listen to my inner critic too much, I am sure you do too. I believe the lies she tells me. Reflecting is a good exercise to help prove her wrong or make goals to continue moving forward, or even both. 

And just like that, another year is over!

I hope it’s ending on a high for you, and I only hope the new year will bring good fortune your way.

What I created was slower, more intentional, and focusing on those small details in life that we often overlook. I went a little deeper and explored other creative genre’s. As such I shared less but with more intention. Keep scrolling for this year’s 12 special images.

I truly love witnessing and capturing those beautiful everyday moments that show your individuality and personality. I would love to be invited to capture more documentary family moments, simply enjoying each other’s company and presence doing activities you love and enjoy.

Enchanted Living

This year I began a project based on enchanted living, this has developed into all areas of my creativity. I am loving learning about folklore and local stories, all based on my favourite locations. I hope to continue this creativity project …


I am standing amid an aliveness, and that aliveness deserves my attention, my respect, my care.

The insects, birds and animals are singing themselves into being; this autumn land is dreaming and I am part of that dreaming.

Tell me about your favourite outdoor locations and the best time to visit …

Quieting the Noise

I have continued to share mental health tips and techniques.

I am not an expert but I do have first hand experience, find what works for you.

I believe in the power of nature, creativity, and curiosity to heal us and help quiet the noise of a stressful and busy modern life.

And because this may help you or your loved ones, I am sharing what I am learning with you:



Named after Janus – God of beginnings and transitions.

Again I reply to the triple wind

Running chromatic fifths of derision

Outside my window: Play louder

You will not succeed. I am

Bound more to my sentences

The more you batter at me

To follow you.

And the wind,

As before, fingers perfectly

It’s derisive music.

William Carlos Williams


Barbed Wire

Named after februum – purification

Little month of February,

You are small, but worthy – very!

Will you grow up like the others,

Like your sister months and brothers?

Every four years with a bound

With a leap up from the ground,

Trying to grow tall as they –

All you stretch, is one small day!

Even then you’re not so tall

But just the shortest month of all.



Named after Mars – God of war

In the snowing and the blowing,

In the cruel sleet,

Little flowers begin their growing

Far beneath our feet.


Softly taps the spring, and cheerily, –

“Darlings, are you here?”

Till they answer, “We are nearly,

Nearly ready, dear.”


“Where is winter, with his snowing?

Tell us spring.” They say.

Then she answers, “He is going’

Going on his way”


“Poor old winter does not love you;

But his time is past,

Soon my birds shall sing above you; –

Set you free at last.”



Named after aperire – ‘to open’

List! List! The buds confer

This noonday they’ve had news of her;

The South Bank has had views of her;

The willows adream

By the freshet stream

Shall ask what boon they choose of her.


Up! Up! The world is astir;

The would be green has word of her;

Root and germ have heard of her,

Coming to break

Their sleep and wake

Their hearts with every bird of her.


See! See! How swift concur

Sun, wind, and rain at the name of her,

A-wondering what became of her;

The fields flower at the flame of her,

The glad air sings

With dancing wings

And the silvery shrill acclaim of her.

Sir Charles Douglas Roberts



Named after Maia – goddess of fertility

The rain that’s falling soft and slow

Has set the tulip bed aglow,

A flaming mass of colour.

And oh, the yellow and the red

Against the blackness of the bed –

The garden seems Enchanted


And how the tiny rose leaves shine,

So new and wet, and on the vine

A tiny yellow warbler.

And in my heart I bend my knee

To him who made such things to be –

So exquisite and tender.

Alice Baker



Named after Juno – goddess of marriage

Far up in the deep blue sky,

Great white clouds are floating by;

All the world is dressed in green;

Many happy birds are seen,

Roses bright and sunshine clear

Show that lovely June is here.

F. G. Sanders



Named after Julius Caesar – It being the month of his birth.

Let us find a shady way

Pretty little brook;

Let us have some candy handy,

And a picture book.


There all day we’ll stay and play and

Never mind the heat.

While the water gleaming, streaming,

Ripples round our feet.


And we’ll gather curly pearly

Mussels shells while bright

Frightened minnows darting, parting,

Scurry out of sight.


What if, what if, – heigho! My oh! –

All the ‘ifs’ were true,

And the little fishes wishes,

Now, what would you do?


cockle shells

Named after Emperor August – several of his triumphs were at this time, including the conquest of Egypt.

Lazy summer afternoons,

Walks along the beach,

Balmy evenings, cloudless skies,

Stars just out of reach,

Sailing on a quiet lake,

Hammocks in the shade . . .

These are the simple treasures

Of which August days are made.


little jar of joy

From the Latin September- “seven”. It was originally the seventh of ten months, September became the ninth month but retained its name.

The breezes taste

Of apple peel

The air is full

Of smells to feel –

Ripe fruit, old footballs,

Burning brush,

New books, erasers,

Chalk, and such.

The bee, his hive,

Well- honeyed hum,

And mother cuts Chrysanthemums.

Like plates washed clean

With suds, the days

Are polished with

A morning haze.



Like September, October was originally the eight month, ‘octo’ meaning eight. It moved but retained its name.

Autumn leaves of red and gold

That crunch beneath your feet,

Pumpkins on front porches,

Candy corn, and trick-or-treat.

Tart and tangy cider,

Apples ripened on the trees,

A hint of winter coming

On the chilly

Autumn breeze.


orange sky

Again like September and October, November took its name from the Latin ‘novem’ meaning ‘nine’ and retained its name when January and February  were added.

November comes and

November goes,

With the last red berries

And the first white snows.


With night coming early

And Dawn coming late,

And ice in the bucket

And frost by the gate.


The fires burn

And the kettle sings,

And earth sinks to rest

Until next spring.


scout elf

Decem, meaning ten as it was originally the tenth month of the year.

Wintry mornings wrapped in white,

Evenings, calm and still,

Snowflakes dancing all around,

Sled rides down a hill,

Gatherings with loved ones –

Such a pleasure to remember –

All memories and special gifts

That come with each


The New Year


The day does offer promise

A chance for something new

Time for new direction

To make a change or two.


This burst of inspiration

Does come but once a year

A time for something different

And hopes that change is near


How will you use this moment

What will you choose to change

What aspect of your story

Are you poised to rearrange


In truth it’s just illusion

It’s not about the day

It’s how you view your future

And challenge in your way.

Here’s to another year documenting life!

Why is Photography Important?

I’ve read that children feel safe, welcome, seen and loved if there are images of themselves in the family home. I love this idea and think this is something every family needs to know.

You see stories, memories and keepsakes are important. Life is short. Our humanity is what makes us beautiful. The light will never look or be seen the same again and neither will we. We will never have this moment again.

So, let’s capture it!

I’m Lesley-Anne, also known as LAL.


Our humanity is what makes us beautiful.

The light will never look the same or be seen the same again and neither will we.

We will never have this moment again.

So, let’s capture it!

Why Choose Me, as your Family Photographer

It’s your story and your legacy. It’s how I see your story through my lens.

I am one of a handful of photographers in my area and in the UK that showcase honest, authentic, everyday moments. This is my speciality!

I am noticing delicate, awe-inspiring moments and connection. I am seeing these with every family I am lucky enough to spend time with.

I want to share what I see with you.

self portrait

I want you to fall in love with your family time and time again!

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