And It Was All Yellow: Fires, Floods, & Disaster Prevention

Thirsty, hungry, dirty, tired. These men, virtually camouflaged in their uniforms amongst the charred and parched remains of the Australian bush, are smiling because their shift is over – and because the journalist told them to. I know this because the man on the left is my dad, Mark Murray.

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Just Sayin…

Covid showed us how quickly we — as individuals and as societies — can change when necessary. Entrenched global systems thought to be immovable were transformed, and despite calls for ‘returning to normal’, we can’t go back. Our next task is to look forward and channel that same dynamism into creating meaningful, lasting change to curtail the disastrous effects of climate change. Now that we’ve all had a go at baking sourdough, I reckon it’s time.

If I was ever to write down everything I knew about photography, it would be instructions scrawled on a napkin explaining how to get to an island off the coast of British Columbia, which will set up every shot for you, and ask for nothing but appreciation in return.

Rain

January 16, 2020 | Sydney

Today I sit with my laptop on my thighs, the breeze blowing in smells of eucalyptus and damp woodchips from the garden my mother has toiled over for the last few months. It rained. Instead of the cracked sharp air of a starved landscape, there’s no smoke.

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Convalesce

“Move like you love yourself.” Peeling up from table top to downward facing dog, I begin to cry. Loving a broken body is hard, Adrienne. But I try to do as she tells me as I struggle through each yoga practice: breathe love in, breathe love out. It had only been six weeks since my relapse began, and I was on my journey through my first 30-day yoga challenge, starting January 1st.

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Water is Life

Precious, thirst-quenching, and so easily taken for granted.

When I was about seven years old, I sat on the rug in front of the TV eating my morning Vegemite toast and watched my own private horror show. Sesame Street was on. An animated cartoon segment played, in which a young boy went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and left the water running as he did so.

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