Gallipoli Peninsula - A pilgrimage.Read More
Though I'm a Christchurch wedding photographer, I photograph a lot more things than just Christchurch weddings. The reason is simple: I love creating photographs and continually practicing my craft. It is how I grow as a photographer.
Taking the time to create personal work is as simple as hitting the road with friends for a couple of days'. Trips away from Christchurch provide me with new visual surroundings and there is no greater feeling as a photographer than seeing new things to photograph.
The photos in this post came from a two day trip earlier in summer. Our friend Kathryn was over from Australia and we wanted to show her some of the sites outside of Christchurch. With a good weather forecast we headed north, stopping in at Hanmer Springs for some mini-golf and a soak in the hot pools. Afterwards we drove the back way to Gore Bay, picking up some fresh pears and apples along the way. Next day dawned bright and blue, so we headed an hour north to Kaikoura for some site-seeing and surfing, before returning to our amazing bach at Gore Bay.
Speaking of which, I think Gore Bay is my new favourite place in the South Island. Just two-hours north of Christchurch, Gore Bay has that laid back Kiwi feel to it, that I just love about New Zealand. It is the type of place where I'd love to photograph a wedding. So if you are looking for a Christchurch wedding photographer to photograph a Gore Bay wedding, then drop me a line.
Expect to see more of my personal work in the weeks and months to come.
I've travelled a lot. Almost 50-countries and counting. Oddly, I haven't travelled much around my own country Australia. Why, I don't know. Maybe the allure of a distant land is more exotic than exploring my own back yard. En-route to New Zealand late last year, I decided on a two-week layover in Sydney. It would be a good chance to catch up with my dad and spend some quality father-son time, as we like to call it. Dad suggested a 4 to 5-day trip out to a property in western New South Wales where he has been counting plants as part of a research project for 40-odd years. Given it had been at least 20-years since I'd been out there, I said sure, let's do it.
After crossing the Blue Mountains, we dropped down onto the plains and drove through Bathurst, Orange, Parkes and Condobolin. By the time we hit Parkes I felt like I was in outback Australia again. The air had that dry heat feel to it; city vehicles had been replaced by flat top Toyota Landcruisers covered in red dirt and everyone I spoke to, seemed to have a more Aussie-like accent, if such a thing is possible.
The first night out, we slept in the bush alongside the railway (pictured below). The sky was so clear, we didn't bother with a tent - we just slept under the stars. It felt amazing to be able to that again.
Each day I was reminded of why I love the outback - from cooking on a crackling hard wood fire, to sleeping out under the stars, to seeing kangaroos and emus on their own terms, to walking on red coloured dirt and much more. Because it has been so long since I've actually been in outback Australia, it actually felt quite foreign. Exotic even.
Before the trip was even over, I knew I had to get back to Australia and start exploring my own backyard a bit more.