I decided to do something daring before I turned 30. Editing the travel stories submitted to the magazine I worked at was entertaining, sure, but made me long for my own adventure. So a month before my 29th birthday I quit my job, flew one-way to North America, bought a Chevy Suburban, and drove it across half the country — twice. Billy, here, was my only company. His four feet gently swayed over the grasses and bitumen and hillsides that stretched out before me, rendering every landscape one where the buffalo — my solitary, two-dimensional buffalo — roamed.Continue reading “Roaming With My Buffalo”
The best way to predict the future is to create it.Abraham Lincoln
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.
The smallest of actions is always better than the noblest of intentions.Robin Sharma
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.Continue reading “And It Was All Yellow: Fires, Floods, & Disaster Prevention”
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.
“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.Continue reading “Convalesce”
The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.ALICE WALKER
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