3 September 2015

Head In the Clouds

We all piled into my car that day and made our way down the coast. Taking the A1 Princes Highway south out of Sydney (a route I've come to know so well) we took a left at Loftus into the Royal National Park and wove our way through the trees and the sea cliffs before finding ourselves standing at the very edge of it all. 

About an hours drive out of Sydney takes you to Bald Hill Lookout just off Otford Road. You can't miss it if you're coming from the north- as the winding road suddenly breaks free from the canopy of trees and you'll find yourself up high on the cliffs that look across the vast Tasman. The road wraps around the coast for a little bit and the turn off will be to your left. Keep an eye out for the ice cream truck which is parked there most days. 

This particular winters day was overcast and a touch humid. The clouds rolled in from the ocean and drifted daringly close above our heads as we sat overlooking Stanwell Park beach and across at the Sea Cliff Bridge. With our head in the clouds we drew lungfuls of salty air and talked about ridiculous things ranging from what on earth we were going to do with ourselves as art students to how one particular individual in the group had a penchant for eating dirt (not kidding).

As I recall the four of us were there to capture something for class and so we spent the rest of the day wandering along the cliffs in hope of finding a picture. Following Lawrence Hargrave Drive further south took us down to Coalcliff beach. In front of the scarp wall were a few local surfers out battling the swell. We picked our way past the creek and through the rocks to the tidal rock pool and stopped to dip our toes in the sea. 

Such a refreshing little trip out of Sydney, can't wait to go hunting again. 


18 May 2015

An Abundance Of Summer.

Mink Pink TopSeed Pants, Midas Shoes, Lack of Color Hat, Vintage Bag, Sportsgirl Necklace

Photos by Michael

There are things in life I've learnt that cannot be controlled. The changing of the seasons for one, try as I might I could not make the summer stay. At first I grieved to think that I was losing something that to me was once so precious and all consuming. And I was desperate to recapture it before it slip from my grasp forever. Because the thought of losing the warmth and its touch on my skin was unbearable agony. But slowly and surely it drifted away and because I had been so intent on holding on to the waning sun I wasn't even remotely prepared for the winter. The winter seemed to last for an eternity and the knowledge that spring was eventually bound to reappear became my mantra.

I woke up one day emerging from hibernation into the full throve of spring. Elated, I felt full of life once again. But the experience had left me with a profound wariness. I knew that spring was bound to be followed by a repeat of the seasons. Was there a perpetual cycle in play here that I could not escape? Was I stuck in some weird reality loop bound to repeat endlessly over and over? 

Well I still haven't figured out the secrets of the universe yet but I know this: the only constant all along was me. The seasons may change but as long as I don't lose myself I can't lose myself. Common sense perhaps but sometimes I think we all need a reminder. 


31 March 2015

I don' t know what to make of it


Photos by Michael

It all kind of goes by in a flash before you realise that you've been holding your breath for the entire time. Then you realise that it doesn't really matter and you should've learnt to live in the moment. 

I hate knowing that all things come to an end but I've slowly taught myself to soak in the present, filling my memory banks with as much sunshine and laughter as it can possibly contain. 

This past summer I spent most of my days up in the Central Coast learning to be a child again. In doing so I discovered my best friend was also the one who holds my hand when we cross the road, who never fails to make me laugh again when I cry in sappy movies and cooks me banana pancakes in the morning. It's also fairly convenient that he lives in the Central Coast so the last couple of months I've been exploring the area as a half tourist half local. 

This particular hang is Norah Head (1.5hr from Sydney) where we would spend the days walking along the beach watching surfers catch waves, then pick our way through the rocks to sit at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the vast blue sea imagining how different our lives could've been and how it will all play out. 


24 February 2015

Hazy Summer Days


Photos by Michael

In five days we mark the start of Autumn and I'm left wondering how Summer always manages to fly by in a blink of an eye. I never seem to have collected enough sand in my hair or at the bottom of my bags or in absolutely every crevice of my phone. 

Already I'm eyeing the weather forecasts to make sure the predicted thunderstorms don't hit during the shoot I've booked for tomorrow and it feels like I've wasted three months frolicking in the sunshine and burying my toes in the sand.

I lie, I regret nothing.

Honestly this summer has been one of the best I've had in a long time (as indicated by actual teeth in photos) and I have so many photos of road trips, beach days, the surf and cafe adventures to go through...

Summer I miss you!