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In a country with wide open plains, plenty of sunshine and windy coastlines, Australia is prime for reliance on renewable energy. With over 20% of Australia’s energy generated from renewable sources, with an ever increasing number of wind farms and solar farms, they are great signs of our decreasing reliance on fossil fuels to power …

Famous for it’s wide open landscapes, long sandy beaches and vast scenery, the expanses of Australia are well captured and documented. Pulling away or in, much of the landscape can be seen in new eyes through minimal photography. Focusing on aspects of the landscape, these images draw you into the colours, textures and contrasts that …

Across the dusty plains, white sandy beaches and turquoise oceans, jump in a car and join us on a road trip to explore beautiful Western Australia. Under the big blue skies, whether the roads are paved or dust, they will take you to many a special place. Not only are the roads the connections between …

Stand still,firm, hold fast.The turmoil bears down,it’s here,has it always been?The winds that swirl a mere tickle,drawn and quartered a familiar ache,yet what rages in has no face.No name but forever pounding,no shadow for it is not there,no scent left to linger.There is no escape,find the rock,hold fast.

Through wide expanse and failing light,the deep shadows warm the coming night.With no horizon in sight to dream,the passing waves bring no comfort or peace.To stop is to drown,no air to lift in flight. The night may pass, the darkness a comfort no more.A story can only be told in light fractured,one short moment that rings,resounds.The fleeting …

Future’s shadows stalking.Frozen. Stalled. Impotent.Spectre’s wafting through,breaking tunnel’s light.Billowing from above.Below. Behind.No feet sighted,night’s comfort drowning.Breathing.Stalking future’s shadows.

All the loss condensed in a single drop, the pain built up released in a gentle trickle. One by one the brokenness escapes, watering the soil to ready the new growth.

The world around is a reflection of self,full of smiles, laughs, tears and screams.As self is reflected, the fake is filtered from the truth. What truth one grasps is that which reflects back,the fake filtered out by eyes that see.The only truth that is left to hold,is the pain of a heart broken in three.

As the world around appears still,Ones self firmly anchored in space.Those loose fragments testify to the true state,Dancing with the chaos that envelops. To let the loose fragments grow freely,to not keep them tied close to self,is to let they who pass by see what is true,to void the mask of it’s power.