Overflow
Limited edition of 10
Location: Blowhole Point Rockpool, Kiama
I found a sanctuary on the eastern side of the Ocean Pool, where the world feels paused at the edge of infinity. Here, I set up my camera, cradling it as I might a compass pointing me towards beauty. I'm entranced by the waves—nature's own breath—cascading over the boundary of the pool, each surge a whisper of the ocean's might. They return to their origin with a grace that feels like a secret promise. As I watch this eternal ebb and flow, the sky above begins its daily transformation. The clouds, those silent storytellers, absorb the sunrise, shifting from a cool nocturnal blue to a symphony of fiery oranges and pinks. It’s a slow, magnificent bloom, and with my lens, I try to capture this dialogue between water and light. Hours could pass, and I would still be here, witnessing the world awaken, frame by frame, through my viewfinder.
Limited edition of 10
Location: Blowhole Point Rockpool, Kiama
I found a sanctuary on the eastern side of the Ocean Pool, where the world feels paused at the edge of infinity. Here, I set up my camera, cradling it as I might a compass pointing me towards beauty. I'm entranced by the waves—nature's own breath—cascading over the boundary of the pool, each surge a whisper of the ocean's might. They return to their origin with a grace that feels like a secret promise. As I watch this eternal ebb and flow, the sky above begins its daily transformation. The clouds, those silent storytellers, absorb the sunrise, shifting from a cool nocturnal blue to a symphony of fiery oranges and pinks. It’s a slow, magnificent bloom, and with my lens, I try to capture this dialogue between water and light. Hours could pass, and I would still be here, witnessing the world awaken, frame by frame, through my viewfinder.
Limited edition of 10
Location: Blowhole Point Rockpool, Kiama
I found a sanctuary on the eastern side of the Ocean Pool, where the world feels paused at the edge of infinity. Here, I set up my camera, cradling it as I might a compass pointing me towards beauty. I'm entranced by the waves—nature's own breath—cascading over the boundary of the pool, each surge a whisper of the ocean's might. They return to their origin with a grace that feels like a secret promise. As I watch this eternal ebb and flow, the sky above begins its daily transformation. The clouds, those silent storytellers, absorb the sunrise, shifting from a cool nocturnal blue to a symphony of fiery oranges and pinks. It’s a slow, magnificent bloom, and with my lens, I try to capture this dialogue between water and light. Hours could pass, and I would still be here, witnessing the world awaken, frame by frame, through my viewfinder.