At Lake Tyrrell the sunset arrives with quiet restraint. The sky holds no clouds, only a vast, uninterrupted field of fading light. Gold s...

  Wulai Creek lies just beyond the bustle of Taipei , close enough that one can slip away for a moment of quiet without a long journey or a ...

  Owing to my half-hearted pursuit of rarer wings, I find myself returning—again and again—to the incidental sovereigns of the shoreline: th...

  In earlier years I drove long arterial roads into the rural margins of Victoria, the boot packed with files and instruments, the morning s...

  Joel and I drove down toward the southern edge of the Mornington Peninsula, chasing the promise of a generous tide. Along this stretch of ...

  Joel’s son marked his birthday over the past weekend, and amid the quiet margins of that family celebration I set out alone for a brief dr...

  A peculiar radiance spills from beneath the cloudbank, casting a quiet, otherworldly glow across the horizon, while an oil tanker rests in...

  At the same stretch of Brighton Beach, where the horizon usually softens into pale blues and orderly pastels, the sunset arrived transform...

  I have taken countless photographs along Brighton Beach, but lately the calm it is known for feels almost theoretical. On this day, the sh...

  A few days past, a correspondent from the ABC wrote to me, requesting leave to use several photographs from my website. Only then did memo...

  This was taken just before my locum assignment a month ago, when Joel and I returned for a second attempt—chasing the kind of light that m...

  There are countless photographs from my journey to New Zealand earlier this year that remain unshared, held back like quiet memories waiti...

  This image was captured with a telephoto zoom lens from a considerable distance. Such an approach is uncommon in landscape photography, ye...

  Kitty Miller Bay, situated on the southern coast of Phillip Island, is renowned as a premier destination for surfing, drawing enthusiasts ...

  Mathias Track holds both natural and human history woven into its length. Stretching seventeen kilometres through the Dandenong Ranges Nat...

  Turpin Falls, not far from Bendigo, remains etched in my memory as one of those rare discoveries that seem almost too wondrous to share. I...

  Recently, I revisited the complete series of Tenby Point images that Joel and I once attempted in the ultra long-exposure style. Ultimatel...

  While walking along the coast near Mount Martha, I came upon this starfish resting just beneath the water’s surface. Though it is a known ...

  No foreground is discernible save for the advancing waves, their restless motion ever drawing the eye. Above, the golden sky is suffused w...

  It was during one of those long, wind-swept nights beneath the vast, starlit expanse of the Australian outback that I attempted a panorami...