My heart smiled for a second, one hundred and fifty percent subconsciously, but I caught the thought mid-flight and realised-He was being him, and I was being me, how blissfully normal. … More The Love Of A Fisherman
I compiled this slideshow from my recent trip to Behana Gorge outside of Gordonvale. My strongest recollection is of the temperature of the water, something out of character for the waters to be this cold, this far north. It took me almost 20 minutes to get in, but when I did, it was invigorating. Why I … More Behana Gorge-Tropical North Queensland
She chats with a natural sincerity, and a deliciously light hearted disposition. She shares her experiences happily, in aim of passing her knowledge forward. Source: Jill Boltz- Runner, Coach, Wife, Mother, Champion.
The sounds, everywhere and nowhere, were what really relaxed me. A combination of deathly silence, and then the beautiful musicality in the trees above. Birds sang and flipped and flapped around doing their thing, completely oblivious to the fact Donald Trump is all over the news-what a pleasure-I soaked up all that surrounded me, like it was medicine…yet a photograph does not tell this story, now does it? … More The Challenge of Storytelling
What a spectacular sight, in a spectacular venue. These performers certainly know how to soothe the soul. Munro Martin Parklands, a newly developed outdoor Amphitheatre and Park is beautifully landscaped, and looked absolutely breathtaking, matching it’s performers.
Faces ‘I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in…’ They carry on their surface, the angles, shapes and colours that collectively unify to create an outward appearance; yet the story The unique, impossibly raw and … More The so-called imperfections you see in your face are some of your most alluring features-because they are you.
‘It hit me in spectacular fashion, that sometimes, I don’t have all the answers, and sometimes, I can’t fix it.’ Source: To My Boy
As the mountain darkens with the dimming light of day the skeletons of the past emerge from behind the trees that cover it’s surface as black as night it hides yet it’s eyes are wide op… Source: Opposites