We begrudgingly clambered out of bed at 4:30am, splashed some cold water on our faces and drove out to the Grand Canyon National Park entrance, which was only a 15min drive from our hotel. Since it was so early, there were no park rangers at the boom gates so we go into the park for free.
We had read the night before that Mather Point was a good place to view the sunrise. As we pulled up into the car park, we saw a few scattered bodies walking in all different directions. It was dark and we couldn’t see any signs. We asked a few people where Mather Point was, but everyone seemed a bit preoccupied in finding their own vantage point for the sunrise. We followed the majority and set ourselves up with a good spot. We stared out into the darkness, eagerly awaiting the sun to show.
We started from Ronny’s Creek car park to Crater Lake, then on to Marion’s Lookout and up Cradle Mountain. We returned, in what we thought would be a quicker route, but it turned out to be a horribly steep and difficult trail back to Dove Lake. We were over-prepared in some areas like wearing thermals (we read that it sometimes snowed in summer), and piling on the wet weather gear but entirely under prepared in one of the most crucial points, like bringing enough water. It was a scorching hot day and by the end of it we were severely dehydrated and sunburnt.
Climbing up Cradle Mountain is no easy feat. I applaud anyone that endeavours this hike – it’s graded 5/5 in terms of difficulty. We were unfamiliar with this terrain, rock climbing/boulder hopping and you are pretty much scrambling 50% of the time up the mountain. At one point I was boulder hopping and I looked to my right side and saw a steep vertical drop – one misguided step and it was your life. I froze and murmured to Jackson that I had looked down and was scared. He encouraged me to keep going and look ahead.
This is a photo I took in early 2011. I remember my friend’s cousin was in town and we took him to Cockatoo Island as he was interested in photography. As we crossed the harbour in a ferry I captured this shot of people climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge with my zoom lens.
Looking at this picture reminds me of the time I got free tickets from work to climb Sydney Harbour Bridge. I scheduled to do the climb on Jackson’s birthday and thought it would be a nice way to spend the day. On the contrary, it was a horrible decision as the night before we were heavily binge drinking at his birthday party. The next morning we suffered from a massive hangover and dehydration. We contemplated not going but in the end decided to just do it as we didn’t want to waste the tickets. We were worried that we were over the 0% alcohol limit, which was a requirement to climb the bridge. Somehow we both passed the breathalyser but the climb, which should’ve been a great moment, was thwarted by our need to chunder.
During the long Australia day weekend in January 2014, we travelled to Tasmania, Australia. Friends that have previously travelled to Tasmania have urged us to go, often comparing the beauty to that of New Zealand – one of the most scenic countries I have ever travelled.
This post is long overdue but better late than never – Pie and Deena are no longer engaged but officially husband and wife now!
I was quite excited about this photo shoot as I’ve never done an engagement shoot in an urban environment and it was a great place to flex my creative muscles. I tried experimenting with odd angles and composition.
Below are some of my favourite shots from the day.
This was taken at central station outside on the tram line. I must have walked through this area many times before but I never noticed how photogenic this place is – credit goes to Deena for location scouting! The country terminal building inside also had beautiful diffused lighting, great for portrait shoots.
I have a fixation with windows – I find them very aesthetically pleasing. I seem to always photograph them, and it’s no wonder that when I was trying to find a photo of one of our first apartments in London, that this was what came up.
There was a time in our lives that we refer to as the Reign of the Swiss Cottage terror. It began when we first arrived in London. We were looking for rooms, more specifically house shares to save some money. We took up temporary accommodation for the first three weeks before we found an ad for a room at Regency Lodge – a block of apartments in a suburb called Swiss Cottage in central London.
Note: the above photo I took was at Hyde Park, not St James Park – I don’t think I’ve taken my camera to St James which is a shame.
I used to work in the heart of London, centred between the overcrowded and touristy Piccadilly Circus and Soho, London’s red light district.
Walking to and from work from the tube was always a laborious task of dodging tourists, men shouting deals for west end shows and half naked women luring you to enter the clubs.
Amidst all of the noise and hustle, I was able to find a sanctuary in the city – St James Park. Sure there were still many tourists but it was a much much quieter place. I would escape to St James Park every lunch time and sit on the bench and observe the ducks and people watch. Sometimes I would bring something to read, other times I would bring bread to feed the ducks.
More often than not, it was my favourite part of the day.
It’s been a while since I’ve shot at a music gig. For me, photographing a live performance is one of the most difficult shooting situations – constant changes in lighting and the members of the band are moving subjects. Still, perhaps that it is why I enjoy it so much – I like a good challenge. I took the above photo a few weekends ago. It has a peculiar composition, you can’t see the lead singer’s face and it’s taken at an odd angle. It’s not exactly a shot that would make the front cover of a music mag but I like it because it gives a sense of what happens ‘behind the scenes’, so to speak.
Day four marks our last day of our Icelandic road trip. Read previous posts from Day 1 & 2 of the Iceland road trip or Day 3.
I was having a conversation about snowboarding with a co-worker today and it reminded me of my first experience snowboarding. We went to Le Deux Alpes (at Grenoble, France) over the holiday period in December 2012. After checking in and collecting our gear, my friends thought it would be a good idea to take me to the top of the mountain and board all the way down – learning by doing. Unsurprisingly, it was horribly difficult for a first-timer and incredibly exhausting as I kept falling down. The days that followed resulted in more bruises and soreness but the feeling of getting off the chairlift/T-bar/travelator successfully and finally managing to get the S turn right is unsurpassed.
Photo: Taken at Le Deux Alpes near the slopes