Directions for the Soul
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…
Write Then Left 