One of the joys of photography is that moment on that freezing, windy morning when the sun finally breaks through the clouds, just for a second…
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Every sunrise is worth it…
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Every sunset is a new canvas, painted in light…
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Just another late Autumn afternoon in Melbourne, watching people and birds go about their routines and rituals, and all the while the air so cold that your hands ache, the light so beautiful that your eyes ache…
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A different night, and a different bay, but the same icy air kept us alert after dark…
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We watched the sun sink into the ocean, and then leave its mark across the sky like memory. As it faded we felt the cold wind race across the calm sea, screaming for our attention as one sense gave way to another…
Melbourne 365: Day 323
We picked our path across the kelp-slippery rocks, balancing on the edge of the sea.
We breathed in the wet, salty air, and exhaled our tired tensions.
And we forgot, for a while, that this was not our home.
And that time stretched out, all the way to the wave-rippled horizon.
