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Jazz and Olly’s Wedding

There was unusual excitement on the morning of Jazz and Olly’s wedding day. It was the first real wedding for some of us, but there was also a feeling, somehow reminiscent to the first day of school holidays. We couldn’t wait to go outside and do everything together right now and not go home until we had to.

As we arrived with tents and bottles and clothes spilling from our arms, I noticed Olly standing by the entrance with all the composure in the world, chest inflated and shoes perfectly white. I began to breathe as I congratulated the groom and looked up to the welcoming gumtrees and late afternoon sunlight. This was the beginning of Jazz and Olly’s day.

Casey and Gabby

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Nude

When I finished my second year of photography, our teacher gave me a small book of nude paintings. I thought it was a odd gift, albeit a symbol of maturity between the teacher and I. I never used the school’s darkroom again, although I’ve always remembered how mesmeric a woman’s body can be.

2014 - Nude

Equipment: Nikon F4s camera / 50mm f/1.8 lens / Kodak TRI-X film

New Zealand: Part 2

After a day of driving through the hot forest ranges, we descended into the Glenfalls campground. A freshwater river paralleled a long grass field, while kids strayed from their parents and waited for an early feed. And a young blue heeler named Gus, sat by his tree.

Waikato River, New Zealand

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Gunnamatta Beach

Australia began to incinerate with irrepressible bushfires for another summer, as the people peel singed eyelashes from their irises and amassed at the beach. I stood on the decking that led down to the water, watching over the colourful scenery of ocean and charcoaled skin. I thought of how the landscape was described to be 227 years ago, before the Indigenous land owners were massacred. The Aborigines had an inseparable relationship with fire, constantly burning off vegetation. Their understanding of native fauna and wildflowers was the catalyst for this unique technique known as fire-stick farming. It provided an enhanced visibility for hunting, allowing them to target their pray with greater ease. Trees looked as though they had been sporadically planted for human needs, with barrenness in between. The Kangaroo population was high, and bushfires were seldom.

And just at that moment, a couple of blokes dropped their Eski momentarily as they carried it down to Gunnamatta Beach.

Gunnamatta Beach, Victoria

Equipment: Mamiya 7 ii camera / 43mm lens / Ektar 100 film

New Zealand: Part 1

I arrived in Wellington at around midnight, my girlfriend waiting to take me to her Dad’s farm. The next morning I roll over to the Hilux coming up the driveway, surfacing to get up and shake Mark’s hand. How are you mate? It’s a pleasure to be here. That aside we put on our boots and headed up into the ranges, looking for a spot to bury the last of Pop’s ashes. It’s the first time I’ve been four-wheel-driving before and I’m impressed by the regular things, such as our confusing ability to ignore roads. There’s no way we’ll get to the other side of that rock. Although I’m more impressed by Mark’s unrelenting confidence behind the wheel. Nah what are you talking about! We’ll get up here no problems! For a moment I didn’t notice the NZ accent as I grinned my head off.

Straw Bales and Pines, New Zealand

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