The conservationist I worked with in Tarangire and Manyara is also a close friend. Armed with cameras and camping equipment we spent many a night laughing as comrades, discussing the issues facing Tanzania and maybe sipping a beer or two. Those guys were inspirational and knew exactly where we could find Chui ( Swahili for leopard) as the sun went down. Risking the drive back in the dark, through elephant filled roads, we waited for the right moment. His expertise payed off and we were able to get within 3 meters of this guy. It's not something I'll forget in a hurry.

To say it’s been the most mentally and physically challenging few months of my life would be an understatement. I’ve pulled my horse from a swamp, dealt with would-be thieves and even chased my spooked horse 3km to avoid being stranded. I definitely get funny looks from locals when I say I’m riding gantsaara (alone) here. Probably because it’s a bloody spectacle watching me trying to lift my clothes, tent, food,15 kg of camera equipment plus a tripod and laptop onto my pack horse in one unflattering effort.

But it’s moments like this that make it worth it. Moments that I dreamt of leaving to find. Truly alone, looking not only out, but deeply in.

I’ve just finished reading #sapiensbook and, for a while there, it left me a little uncharacteristically pessimistic....science can be cold at times.

It’s hard to imagine that individual ideologies are predictable based on social circles...and in an evolutionary sense, good intentions carry no universal favour.

That said, if more people spent their Friday nights staring down into the void of space.....we could all agree on how incredible it is...to just be.

Pakistan has been on my list for a long time. As timing would have it I’ve arrived in the winter and it’s bloody freezing, with most hiking routes closed. I’ve been able to hitch hike from town to town here in the north, even scoring a ride on a tractor to get down a mountain last night. I love slow travel, time enough to get under the skin of a place. Short days and minus double digits make it even slower. Hikes that end sipping coffee amidst 7,000m peaks, glacial lakes and some of the friendliest folk I’ve encountered thus far. Pakistan.....who would have thought it looked like this?

Every face has a story. Pakistan has some deep ones.

It’s all just one foot after the other…really.

Made the most of the weather in Aus before I head away for the summer. Camped out in the Otways and spent the weekend hunting some amazing spots.

The best part of being a photographer is that nature lines things up for you. You just have to show up, be patient and snap the moment when it arrives.

I started the year with a beautiful trip riding through sections of the north, camping on 3000m peaks and meeting some incredibly charming locals. Ninh Binh had a vibe I fell in love with, a slow pace set within a sea of limestone pagodas and fresh water caves. Looking back on such beautiful shots I've almost forgotten the intense stomach parasite that floored me and the fervent swearing and tight calves that emanated from every squat toilet north of Ho Chi Minh. Ninh Binh was the place I let go of trying to do, and just decided to be...focusing on taking photos and letting myself rest.
The universe didn't seem to line much up for me on that trip. This frame, however, lined up perfectly!

The perks of spending the night in the Redwoods was some epic fun running around with head torches when the sun went down. I got so many shots from the lights bouncing around the trunks and through the giant, pagan like, nests that have been woven from fallen branches. The results are nothing short of a horror scene

Western Mongolia has the most Kazakh eagle hunters left in the world...only about 250. They’re a dying breed.

During my trip in the west I was told where I could find one and rode out to his Ger for some kumis (fermented horse milk) and a limited chat.

Summit Sessions

I never expected to fall in love with Pakistan. I expected excitement, grit, fear and adventure. But it was the people that sucked me in. In the eyes of the locals I was a guest from Allah, and they treated me so. I was very fortunate to cross paths with a talented local photographer @shahabnama...who very quickly became a brother. We spent the evenings meeting the faces of the ancient Walled City of Lahore. It was an adventure filled with epic amounts of sonder.

Hitchin’ the Pamir in the ultimate dream steed….Van-essa!!

Hampi Highline

Abandoned Places

t’s rare I shoot portraits of friends and feel that it accurately embodies who they are. this one sums it up perfectly.