The Otways & Colac: When Nature’s Plan Was Better
After my sabbatical from, well, everything, the last couple of months, the one thing…
No-Bake Chia Muesli Bars (My Take On Coles’ Recipe)
FULL DISCLOSURE: I know I’m a photographer, and not a cook or baker, but I…
IS MY PHOTOGRAPHY FOR ME OR THE PLATFORM?
“Who is My Photography Really For?” It’s a question that I’ve been wrestling with the…
What is in My Photography Kit?
I know, I know, another photographer with a “What’s In My Gear Bag?” post. But…
How To Find Your Photographic Style
Finding your photographic style. It’s something you read everywhere when you start to take your…
Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller: Mother Earth on Mother’s Day
It’s Mother’s Day today. Well, it is back home in Australia. I’ve felt really quite removed…
The Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller: The Dead Hours
“The Dead Hours?” I hear you say. It’s not a macabre notion, I promise. I’ve already written…
Sun, Songs & Solitude: Your Inner Songbook
I guess in essence this is another edition of ‘internal monologue of the solo traveller’,…
The Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller: Denkmal
Have you ever considered the meaning of words in your mother tongue? Whether the words we…
Window of Opportunity: Reclaiming Power
Hands up if you feel the world is somewhat precariously balanced right now? Quite a…
The Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller: Solitude
In this edition of ‘The Internal Monologue of the Solo Traveller’, I want to talk about how travelling solo actually makes me feel. How travelling on your lonesome shapes your experience of the places you travel to.
Travel Journal: Crickhowell, Wales
When you look at an established tree, do you ever wonder what its story is?…
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