When I left Perth 18 months ago, I didn’t know where life would take me. To be honest, I still don’t. I set myself a few goals, to keep my eyes on the horizon and my two feet on the ground. One of those was to see the Northern Lights. I’ll never gonna forget packing my bags on my last night at Camp, only to see a few stories online and rush down to the dock to watch the night sky come alive with the beautiful greens, purples, and reds of the Aurora Borealis. Truly grateful to have witnessed such an incredible phenomenon.
The Bucking Bin Chicken tour was FCKN SWEEET on so many levels. I was blessed to meet so many amazing humans and be in the room for so many incredible moments. So grateful to Wyatt, Braden and William for trusting me to capture each day’s stories, and to the rest of the band and crew for being an absolute joy to be around 🫶
Photo 2 📸 my fave @foreva_media
montréal is a pretty city with pretty people, including (but not limited to) the wonderful Anni who hosted me for a few days and the random van driver that saw me taking photos and wanted to join in. oh and you best believe I ate bloody good food here too 🫡
and thus ends my incredibly late travel posts from october thanks for tuning in 🫶
Wea had a great time in Provo (yes this was ages ago whoops) my inner child got his moment walking the dinosaur museum, the tree hugger in me got to explore the beautiful landscapes with some grand company, and I got to dance with some lovely and talented humans at Peak Nights. take me back asap 🫡🕺
when I think about vancouver, I think about the colour of the leaves in fall. the roar of rogers arena when the canucks score. the puffer jacket OVER the hoodie. the vibrant creative community.
above all, I think about all the incredible people that I’ve got to meet over the years and the privilege to call them a mate. many whom I simply forgot to get a photo with but mean just as much to me. grateful to y’all, you know who you are ❤️
