We don’t get many grandmothers in our lives, but I was lucky to have two sterling examples of them. Grandma Andrew left us 2 years ago, and Granny Joyce left us, peacefully, earlier this week. This blog post is to honor the brilliant, immaculately-groomed, ever-dancing, globe-trotting, always-early-to-everything inspiration that was Granny Joyce. She had a few sayings that I’ll always remember her by that sum her up so nicely:
Studies show that simply being in a forest promotes lower concentrations of cortisol (the stress hormone), lowers our pulse rate, lowers blood pressure, increases parasympathetic nerve activity and lowers sympathetic nerve activity. What have we got to loose?
In the southern hemisphere, Christmas is a little different than back home… the height of summer scorches the grass brown, allergies are rife as the bees pollinate the shit out of the beautiful blossoming flowers, and family are a long way away.
Not many days pass by in this country where I don’t appreciate my able body... Hours spent out in the sun, in the rain, in the wide open spaces, and amongst the minty forest air. Spectacular, gorgeous in it’s detail, full of surprises, New Zealand is a perfect land to unleash the inner explorer.
Alive with our 2018 pre-Christmas spirit, five of us road-tripped from Queenstown to the north-west coast of the South Island to walk the Great Walk, the Abel Tasman Track. Here’s the highlight reel!
This winter's morning was fresh, clear, and still; a perfect Monday dawn. Vicky and I climbed the nearest peak to photograph some mountainous stretches and moves, and stayed until our fingers were cold and noses red.
2018 has been an odd year for photography and me. I've stepped away from shooting, giving myself a break, allowing myself to connect with life outside of the medium, and hoping I'd find a refreshed connection with photography itself. Here’s some reflections I have from the last 6 months…