Cedar Creek.
Some moments at Cedar Creek with my siblings and their other halves on New Year’s Eve, and with my dear friend Bek a couple of days earlier on a 39ºC afternoon.
A morning in Puerto Escondido, Mexico.
We have just returned from spending 10 days in Mexico, enjoying the southern sun, sea and sand. It’s my first vacation to anywhere other than home since 2017. Here is a small time capsule of moments playing by the ocean, indulging our creativity, memorialising our trip and savouring the morning hours at one of the many beaches in Puerto Escondido.
Australia.
It’s been five years since I left Australia. I swapped +30ºC for -30ºC, beaches for mountains, sea for snow. Five years is too long not to hug my family; to swim in saltwater; to feel sand between my toes; to wake up to the cacophony of birds celebrating the dawn of a new day.
Two days in Paris.
There are some cities in the world I know I definitely want to see before I fall asleep forever, and Paris is one of those. Paris was one of the first cities I had been excited to go to when I was younger, and French is the language I was drawn to learn in high school (for reasons I couldn't and still cannot explain).
LUX* Saint Gilles, La Réunion
My final trip with LUX* Resorts was at LUX* Saint Gilles, Île-de-La-Reunion. It was the 3 days I spent on this little island where I was able to truly had to exercise what little French I knew/could remember from school.
LUX* Le Morne, Mauritius
After the Maldives, I travelled to Mauritius, running my workshops at Belle Mare & Le Morne. LUX Le Morne was the last of the two resorts I visited, and was a beautiful way to end my stay in the country. In the car from the island's north-east to south-west, I was captivated by the changing landscape as we drove closer and closer to the mountains.
LUX* South Ari Atoll, Maldives
Some images from the time I spent in The Maldives running my photography workshops at LUX* Resorts.
Gastown with Megan.
I count myself extremely lucky to have come across people in my short life that I've instantly connected with. Megan is one of those people.
Sydney, August 2016.
Last week I was in Sydney once more. I helped my sister move house, met up with friends, and did a lot of shooting, both for work and for pleasure.
Byron Bay, July 2016.
When my brother was enjoying spring on the other side of the world in Montréal, I promised him I'd take him to my favourite spots in Byron Bay when he returned to Australia.
Surry Hills.
Last month I was back in Sydney, but through a series of unfortunate—but actually, fortunate—events I found myself in this big city all on my own.
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.
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