Love Letter to the City

Sun comes up over city lights. Street urchins devoured the night. One person peering out the window sees another person doing the same five meters away yet we’ll never speak to each other or know each other’s names… probably. The city scape isn’t daunting like the desolating landscape of the country. In both places though, […]

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Home

  The unwinding tar ribbon fluctuates, challenges, unnerves. Ripples, ruts and road kill speeds past beneath us; bloated lumps of fur and grotesque smears along the dotted white line. When I am not driving, I am gazing out the window, admiring the sun draped hillside. When I am on the road, I am home.

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I Heart Balloons

By Charli Hot air ballooning is, in my book, hardcore and extreme. These photos don’t do justice to how awesome hot air balloons are in real life. They are in fact, the shit. (Dodgy edits were done on Pixlr.) Check out the full gallery here.

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Road Trip Snaps

Here is a small collection of photos from our most recent road trip back to Tasmania from Perth, Western Australia. We had everything left that we owned packed into our station wagon by clown car standards. It took more than 7 repacks; none of those are fond memories. For something different, we went via Esperence […]

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Home: A Note from West Aus.

Tasmania: hauntingly strange, painfully familiar, achingly far. It has an unsettling call that lashes wildly across ocean and desert; a spirited place with a frozen echo. The island is both epically beautiful, and sincerely tragic, with rugged and brutal truths that were written in a long forgotten secret language. Roads weave endlessly over steep rises and […]

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Nights on the Nullarbor

The Nullarbor Plain: it’s that stretch of semi-arid landscape, on the coast between the desert and the coast on the Great Australian Bight, where the sky opens up and the horizon appears unreachable. It’s a place where the wind is hollow and an echo could ring out for a day, without another living soul having […]

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