When you grow up in the tropics, snow is the most impossibly magical thing. As a child I used to pretend that the clattering chunks of early summer hail were soft, whispering snowflakes instead.
Owen and I have been wanting to do a proper Christmas card photo ever since we’ve been together (7 years this month!)
It’s no secret that I have a particularly soft spot for dark florals in autumn. It might not be groundbreaking, but a classic is a classic.