One of these photographs was taken at the Bay of Islands along the Great Ocean Road. I had not yet found the moment to share it here. The ...

  Along the north-east coast of Taiwan , the sea stretched out in patient blue, meeting a sky of the same persuasion, as if horizon and heav...

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

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

  Yes, it is Stingray bay images from the time I worked in that town of Warrnambool Victoria Australia. I have taken over 2k shots at this l...

  The day at Cadillac Gorge unfolded beneath a brooding sky, the kind that promises both revelation and ruin. The rocks at the edge of San R...

  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...

  The photograph was taken at Port Melbourne’s historic Princes Pier, though not during the golden hour that so often bathes the sea in hone...

  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...

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

  Cadillac Gorge at San Remo is best visited when the tide breathes gently against the rocks — high enough for drama, yet low enough to let ...

  My apologies in advance — over the coming weeks, my posts will be devoted entirely to the seascapes of this beloved coast. I find quiet jo...

  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...

  While Joel remained absorbed in his phone for the greater part of our venture, I busied myself with the more patient art of observation. A...

  Upon the evening of my visit to Number Sixteen Beach at Rye, the heavens lay utterly cloudless, and the setting sun cast its mellow radian...

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

  This steadfast rock has ever been my compass for long exposures, a sentinel against the shifting tides and the passing of seasons. Last we...

  This stretch of beach was where I often wandered in search of crabs hiding in the rock pools, timing my steps just before the sun began to...