Just over 6 months ago (almost to the day) I walked out of the building that had been my place of employment for over seven years, in London, UK. My partner and I were embarking on what was a grand adventure for him, being British, and what was homecoming for me, being Australian. We were moving to Australia.
But not straight away. We spent a month doing all the things you need to do when you’re moving country; bags of stuff to sell/give away/throw away, paperwork to be sorted and forms filled in, saying goodbye not farewell to friends and family. Then we hit the grand ole US of A for two months; more on that in a later post aside to say, boy did I learn of lot of photography on that trip, all through trial and error (and error and error…). By Christmas I was home after over twelve years away, and Will was hoping he wouldn’t melt in the Australian summer heat. The time since then has been spent setting up house, and starting a little internet presence I’ve called Silken Photography, to share some of my favourite things that I’ve seen in this world.
So today I’ll leave you one of those things, a photo that, for me, sums up the absolutely best part of not running in that 9-5 treadmill.