Photography never really stirred in me until I got back from spending 12 months making my way through 26 different countries. At the time you’re pleased you’ve taken a good photo but it’s not until you get home, re-assimilate into the Australian way of life, that you see the real value in what you’ve captured. Suddenly everything was saturated in colour, I’d walk around looking up and down and around things I’d never noticed before. I’d observe people and persistently be longing for my camera when I wouldn’t have it with me.
By day I work in I.T and drive a sports car and that doesn’t bother me. I enjoy my work and I surround myself in things that make me happy, regardless of peoples pre-conceptions. These are generally immaterial things in life, they’re important because they allow you to do things, and they sustain your immediate happiness, but they serve no real purpose in the experience.
I’m saving for my next trip. There’s no greater education than experience first hand, to hear and tell stories, to see real passion in peoples eyes when they ferociously explain their plights. It’s these experiences, outside my weaning ground that will redefine my boundaries and push the limits of my tolerance and understanding. If I so happen to have a camera available, then great.