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Sunday morning. That in-between time when the world hasn’t quite woken up, and everything feels a little softer. I found myself down by the waterfront in Geelong, camera in hand, chasing that first light.

Earlier this month, I found myself wandering through the charming neighbourhood of Katong in Singapore, camera in hand and no real destination in mind. It’s one of those places where you don't need an itinerary—just a sense of curiosity and an appreciation for colour, culture, and character.

I rose just after 6am, still shaking off sleep as the air began to stir outside my window. This was my second time in Phuket, but somehow it felt different—less about ticking off locations and more about noticing the quiet spaces between them.

The Easter weekend of 2019 gifted me a moment of pure serenity as I stood on the shores of Yanakie, on Victoria's Wilsons Promontory, watching the sun rise over the horizon. The morning air was crisp, carrying the gentle hum of the tide, as the sky unfurled its masterpiece. At first, a soft purple hue stretched across the clouds, casting a tranquil glow over the rippled sand. It was that fleeting time of day when everything feels still, the world waiting for the first brushstrokes of light to fill the sky. Then, as if stirred by the anticipation of dawn, the colors shifted—the deep purples melted into warm oranges, bathing the landscape in a golden glow. The small boat resting on the shore seemed suspended in that moment, its red canopy catching the emerging light.

Today’s capture at Point Lonsdale Pier offers a glimpse into a quiet moment of reflection. The weathered wooden planks and soft rust on the railings, bathed in natural light, speak of time and tide—each element a gentle reminder of the fleeting beauty of everyday moments.

Back in 2009, I embarked on a journey that left a lasting impression—an overnight stay on a boat in Horseshoe Bay, Magnetic Island, followed by an early morning sail into Townsville Harbour. There’s something extraordinary about waking up on the water, surrounded by stillness, and watching as the first light of day transforms the scene around you.

In 2018, I found myself in Geeveston, Tasmania, a place where natural beauty intertwines seamlessly with history and small-town charm. Nestled in the Huon Valley, this quiet town served as a gateway to some of Tasmania’s most breathtaking wilderness areas—but for me, it was an opportunity to document a scene that felt both timeless and deeply personal.