Monday, 16 April 2018

nap at hanging rock

when you picnic too hard and need a nap pronto.

Monday, 5 March 2018

Sunday, 4 March 2018

Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Sunday, 21 January 2018

stingray bay

all the footsteps
on the cove,
were ours

Friday, 29 December 2017

forests are forever

great otway national park

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

a matter of love


1, 2, 3, 4

Saturday, 25 March 2017

mind the gap

navigating youth
her mind: a map
without a legend

Sunday, 5 March 2017


my heart

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

the weird west

for a couple of weeks, i stayed in a house with mosquitos and sand flies on a small stretch of road along the west coast. there, i made jam with blackberries picked from bushes covered in spider nests, and took swims in a river that always tried to swallow me whole. i felt close to earth but far from the world. there was no internet, no phone reception, and the total population was seven.

the place was beautiful but eerie. i didn't make life long friends, and i felt excited to leave when the day came. it was one of those weird scenarios that i walked in on and haven't shaken off.