Field notes, photographic reflections and short place stories shaped by wildlife, birdlife, coastal light, quiet places and the details that continue to guide my photography.
In the fading light, the violence of the hunt gave way to a quieter study of cooperation, vigilance and survival.
The light came up slowly over Arniston that morning.
The river had become its own small world to me.
He was lying under a bushy tree when I first saw him.
Small bird, cold morning.
Where breath turns to mist.
Winter sunrise beyond the bay
While the pack fed below, the watchers held the line.
Before the hunt, the lesson.
