Yesterday we spent the night in the Liwa desert, amongst the sand dunes. It was pretty epic. I don’t even know how to start writing about this. Deserts are magical and camels apparently believe that my necklace is edible. It is not.
Yesterday we spent the night in the Liwa desert, amongst the sand dunes. It was pretty epic. I don’t even know how to start writing about this. Deserts are magical and camels apparently believe that my necklace is edible. It is not.
I had one weekend off in April and I decided I wanted to go on an outing. So I forced a few friends of ours to go to this fancy schmancy airbnb in Pyramid Hill, a few hours north of Melbourne. Turns out I really didn’t take many photos that weekend, except when we headed up the nearby hill (not the pyramid one though, but you can spot that one in the background of a couple of shots!) to do an engagement session for the two newly engaged people on the trip. The proper couples photos will be shared on my proper photo blog (cause that’s what proper people do), but I took some behind the scenes too. I mean, who doesn’t need photos of Ange and Eric looking all weird n stuff. As you do.
This is how far behind I am right now. I finally finished editing up these photos from a February weekend away last week. I mean, 6 months is an acceptable turn around time, right? Anyway. We rented this cottage that was perched on the side of a steep hill, with views for days. We literally watched weather happen far away at sunset, drank wine, chatted and read books. We’re turning into old people and I like it. That’s all.
We went to Fiji a year ago. A month ago I got the film scans. Cause who is fast? I’m not. Anyway. It was palm trees and sand and jumps from boats. Can’t complain.
Final day. Late checkout is a marvellous concept. Left-over beer drinking even better. Saying goodbye to sheep and stopping on the way for an indulgent lunch and cake after (none pictured, too busy eating). Saying goodbye to Sam, the silly pug, but not until I’ve done a mini portrait session with him (managed because I bribed him with a singular pop corn). That truly was a weekend in all its weekend glory.
Slow morning starts. Breakfast on the deck. Sheep (cause always sheep). Bahn mis for lunch and a roadtrip in the arvo. Then darkness, cards against humanity and fire. That’s the recipe for a pretty darn good arvo.
This past weekend I headed out to the country with a few friends. And I documented everything. This is what I used to do years ago before starting to work with photography, and I thought I’d lost it, but Paris + Spring Hill has been different. So, I have a bunch more photos to spam you with (even some more from Paris, just need to finish editing them).
Anyhow. Spring Hill. Halfway between Daylesford and Kyneton. Our house had views over rolling hills, friendly sheep and an ace house that we filled with swell people. The first day me and Ange headed up before everyone else to go location scouting a bit in Daylesford (no photos!), followed by some shopping and, badaboom, a pit stop at a lovely lil winery. We befriended the cat, got some wine and headed to Spring Hill for all the views and all the sheep. And that was all for day one.
Day two. More walking, more champagne, a wee scatter of rain and very little shopping, even though I tried. I have two perfumes now, which is an infinite better amount than the zero I’ve had for a while. Now: dinner, so gotta go. Bye.
When you get booked to shoot a wedding in France you make this an excuse to hang with awesome friends in Paris too. Cause why the heck not? This is our first day. It was rad. There was wine, not much jetlag, lots of talking and lots of walking. Just as it should be.
On Midsummer this year me and Emelie held the biannual event of The Potato Championships. I made a video. It’s not great, but I had fun making it. Also I was tipsy filming it. Whatevs. Potatoes for the win!