If you’re a fan of wild coastlines, food so good you’ll remember it for life, aperol spritz by the sea, and beautiful baroque architecture, Noto in Sicily’s southeast is for you.

Scott & Holly’s Bridgetown Wedding was a joyous community celebration, and there was barely a person there who didn’t proclaim it ’the best wedding ever’ the next morning over barbecued bacon & egg rolls.

“We moved from room to room in their plant-filled, character home, as I shot mostly in silence while Jinn & Sarah played with Alexa, their most magical tiny human, my shutter clicking every so often while I took my time gauging the light and the scenes in front of me.”

This evening I walked beneath a row of bay trees in Alberobello, pausing to smell their sweet aroma. I lifted my feet to stand on tippy toes and tilted my face towards the sky. A new friend and unofficial local tour guide laughed at me, “ma cosa fai?”

Today I drank a dark Italian espresso, and I couldn’t help but to smile as the bitterness turned sour in my mouth as I walked back out onto Corso Buenos Aires. I eavesdropped on conversations, ate panzerotto fritto and got lost in sweet laneways somewhere between Duomo and le Colonne…

In September last year, we packed our things into Matthew’s old hilux ute and hauled our way north to Kalbarri in search of red dirt, ocean views, new-to-us hiking trails and a little escape from the drab of winter.

We drove up from Jurien Bay, stopping at Dongara for fuel, Geraldton for lunch, roadside for photos taken standing atop the roaring ute’s cab for a clearer view.

I find being in transit such a strange act – to start the day in one place and end it in another.

A mini keepsake session for Felicity & Otis (shot solely on 35mm film), a mother & son living in the sweetest little house hidden in the side streets of South Fremantle.

Here though, in Ubud and its surrounding villages, it’s crazy. Total madness, nearly all the time and to get those amazing shots, you really have to work. You have to walk with the viewfinder held to your eye, waiting for that perfect moment, hoping not to trip.

12 hours layover in Brisbane feat. a quick stop for coffee, a few lazy hours in the City Botanic Gardens with some friendly Water Dragons, and a few words jotted down in a perfectly boring inner-city food court.