Joel rang and let his thoughts spill across the line — weekend protests swelling through the city like a recurring tide, workplace grievan...

  This stretch of Bridgewater Bay at Blairgowrie lay largely forgotten, a rough and secretive margin of coast where few ever wandered. Reach...

  Bridgewater Bay at low tide reveals itself as a quiet benediction to those who look closely. As the sea withdraws, the shoreline lengthens...

  It is a rare comfort to pause after the labours of New Year’s Eve, for the mind does not surrender its haste at once, but asks for several...

  In continuation of the Sunday post, I have shared three images from Bridgewater Bay, Blairgowrie, including the renowned arch for which th...

  On Christmas Eve, Joel and I returned once more to Bridgewater Bay, moving with an unspoken attentiveness. I carried an infrared camera, i...

  It was only a quick shot, taken mid-ascent as I climbed the stairs toward the carpark, already half turned toward home. Yet the moment hel...

  No clouds—only a brief, transient wash of cyan and pink in the sky, lingering for a moment before the light gives way to complete darkness...

  Not much cloud gathered above Bridgewater Bay that day in Blairgowrie, just a clean, pale sky opening toward the horizon — but the sun dip...

  You may well grow weary of my sunset photographs from Pearses Bay in Blairgowrie, yet it remains the most convenient refuge whenever the w...

  Apart from my frequent photographs along the coast at Pearses Bay, Blairgowrie, I find myself increasingly drawn to the curious rock and s...

  Joel and I lingered far too long at the souvlaki shop on our way here, and by the time we arrived, dusk had already deepened into shadow. ...

  Melbourne has been drenched in unrelenting rain for the past fortnight, and Joel and I have grown restless, longing to venture out this we...

  Once again, Joel and I visited this rugged coast last weekend. Our wandering led us to a secluded section of the bay adorned with striking...

  Pearses Bay has become our chosen trail—Joel’s and mine—a place where the land curves gently toward the restless sea. The walk unfolds wit...

  Long drives across country Victoria once again—rushing from one destination to the next with scarcely a moment’s pause. As the saying goes...

  This photograph was taken a week ago at Pearses Bay. Joel, somewhat absent-minded and preoccupied with his phone, seemed scarcely aware of...

  Standing upon the sand cliffs of Bridgewater Bay at Blairgowrie, one is immediately struck by the deceptive stillness of the landscape. Th...

  Both Joel and I longed to breathe the briny air and hear again the timeless voice of the sea. A fortnight past, we made our way once more ...

  There has been scarcely any significant low tide in recent months along this stretch of coast. Thus, I seized a brief moment to capture a ...