Journal
Light and Wind in the Galápagos: A Sailing Photographer's NotesThe first time a frigatebird glided into my viewfinder against a sky lit by a setting equatorial sun, I knew the Galápagos would be a recurring chapter in my…Paddling the Apostle Islands from a Madeline Island base campFor Australian paddlers used to turquoise water and warm breezes, Lake Superior hits differently. The largest freshwater lake on the planet by surface area…Looking after your wetsuit between sessionsYou don't need to be a soul surfer from Torquay to know that a decent wetsuit in Australia can set you back the best part of a grand. A solid 4/3mm fullsuit…Driving into the desert: Mesquite Dunes and Badwater BasinWhen you picture the American Southwest, the mind tends to drift toward red rock canyons and wide desert skies. Death Valley National Park sits at the far edge…Running the rim of a forgotten canyonThe Black Canyon of the Gunnison sits on the wrong side of the Rockies for most international travellers, tucked between Montrose and Gunnison in a corner of…Surfing Dennis Beach on Cape Cod: East Coast summer swellWhen you picture Cape Cod, you probably imagine clapboard cottages, lobster shacks and beach umbrellas on the warm sand of Cape Cod Bay. The surf side of the…Sailing the Bras d’Or Lakes in Nova Scotia: Tides and TraditionsThe Bras d’Or Lakes form a remarkable inland sea at the heart of Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia. Sheltered from the full force of the Atlantic, the water…Paddling the Myakka River Among Alligators and Ancient CypressThe first time I dipped a paddle into the tea-coloured water of the Myakka River, the surface barely rippled. A heron lifted off the bank in a slow, lazy arc,…Photographing Autumn Colours Across the Australian AlpsThe second Sunday in April last year the poplars on the road into Bright turned the colour of a wet penny, a rosella screamed overhead and the wind shoved a…Road Trip to Monument Valley: Desert Light and Red RocksThe first thing that strikes anyone arriving by car in Monument Valley is the silence between the rocks. Long after the engine cuts out, the wind moves through…