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”
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.
Waiting sucks. This time last year, my friend and I got stuck at the airport hanging around for a bus and for flood waters to subside. But when you’re kicking your heels and happen to see the Maui skyline catch fire, you do what any sane person would do: crack open the freshly purchased growler of beer from the brewery, toast to the heavens for the epic views, and remember you’re in fucking Hawaii. Bonus points if you use paper cups.
Harbouring feelings for this Sydney town. I’ve been gone a while, and I have be honest, it’s been fantastic. However, time and tide wait for no man, and this city is calling me home. Best not keep it waiting too much longer…
Whoever decided that living out of your car had to be a messy, stinky, disgusting affair is wrong. Cleanliness is next to godliness–even if you have to spit your toothpaste into a canyon when you’re done brushing.