n Georgian, the word for family is ‘ოჯახი’ (ojakhi) - it means both family and hearth, the fire at the center of home. The warmth, the roots, the spark that keeps a story alive.

I’m a New York family and maternity photographer, but really — I’m here to catch what can’t be staged. The way your kid runs wild, the way your partner holds you when you’re carrying life inside you, the light that spills through like it’s meant just for you. It’s raw, it’s tender, it’s got a little fire in it.

These aren’t just family sessions or pregnancy photoshoots in New York — they’re pieces of your story, lived out with the grit of real life.

Photos that feel alive, because you were. Because one day the toys will be put away, the belly will no longer hold new life, the laughter will echo only in memory. And when that happens, these images will burn like a hearth — proof you lived it fully, wildly, tenderly. Proof of roots, of love, of the unspoken magic only family carries.