Minyon Falls, New South Wales.
A little detour through the Byron hinterland to Minyon Falls, on the way home to Brisbane.
Folk Byron Bay.
I love visiting Folk Byron Bay. Owned and run by fellow photographer Maggie Dylan, Folk ticks all my boxes.
Main Beach, Byron Bay.
A mid-morning beach visit during one of my weekends at Byron. It was pretty warm, typical of our region but a little unusual for this time of year (I'm calling this season “faux-tumn”).
Cape Byron at sunset.
I adore everything about Byron, from the little town and all the small boutiques and great cafés to the endlessly beautiful ocean scenery no matter which corner you're standing in.
Clare at Cabarita.
After our shoot for Lululemon, Clare and I couldn't help but go for a dip (because as if we'd be spending all that time shooting by the beach without actually going into the water...no, our swimmers were well and truly packed).
A snowy Mt. Wellington sunrise.
In November, when the rest of Australia is usually well into the mid-late 20s, Tasmania still remains quite cold. Martin's brother messaged us two days before we were due to leave, to let us know that as Hobart wouldn't be warmer than 12ºC, we could expect snow atop Mt. Wellington.
Tasman National Park.
We couldn't leave Tasmania without visiting Tasman National Park. Tasman National Park, like other spots in the Tasmanian east coast, has beautiful turquoise water and beaches.
Pumphouse Point (Day 2).
Pumphouse Point is a place for everybody. Whether you’re the kind of traveller that loves to lounge around, finally getting around to that pile of books you have to read, or the kind of traveller that loves walking and exploring.
Pumphouse Point (Day 1).
If you asked me what the absolute highlight of our trip was, it probably would have been this. Our time in Cradle Mountain came in as very close competition, but I'm not sure I could say it beat staying at the top floor of the beautiful, award-winning Pumphouse Point at Lake St. Clair National Park.
Wombat Pool & Marion's Lookout, Cradle Mountain (Day 2).
After our sunrise walk around Dove Lake and a light birthday breakfast, we were ready for another adventure and drove back to the national park to do more hiking
Dove Lake, Cradle Mountain (Day 2).
I celebrated my 25th birthday watching the sun rise at Dove Lake, Cradle Mountain. We left while it was still dark, braving the winding, bumpy road to the national park with our high beams on, keeping our eyes wide open for wildlife (of which there were plenty, the little wallabies and possums spooked by our sudden presence).
Peppers Lodge, Cradle Mountain (Day 1).
I am pretty excited to share this next round of posts with you. Cradle Mountain was, without argument, one of the highlights of the trip.
Pyengana & Cataract Gorge, Launceston.
We left the Bay of Fires and headed inland, to Launceston, where we'd stay for a night. We drove through the beautiful, sunny dairy country, and soon fields with lambs and sheep were replaced with that of cows and calves.
Bay of Fires.
We drove from Bicheno to St. Helen's, a slightly bigger town right next to the renowned Bay of Fires. When we checked into our little villa, we got chatting to the lovely receptionist and got all her local tips on the best places to go that weren't too crowded.
Freycinet National Park.
After two days in Hobart we began our adventure for real, leaving the city and driving up the east coast. Our first stop was Freycinet National Park, where we would stay in the nearby town of Bicheno.
Hiking up Mt. Wellington / kunanyi.
This is the first of many Tasmania photo stories I'll be posting on the blog over the next couple of weeks.
The year without pause: 2015.
It's been five years since my first ever year-in-review post. I look forward to these every year, because it's another opportunity to reflect, and then take aim for the next 12 months and beyond.
Sophia.
On Saturday I spent an afternoon at the beach with my beautiful and talented friend, Sophia Mary Mac.
How a conversation can save a life.
A summer in The Philippines.
You don't need to be a photographer to know how easy it is for life to move on and for our personal photos to sit buried in our hard drives never to be seen again, so I'm relieved I can finally share some of these, because they're important to me.