Ever since I can remember I’ve loved being out in the bush. It was our backyard in Reedy Marsh when I was younger.
I remember finding fallen trees full of dried bush honeycomb and my brother and I pretending we were explorers, discovering our surroundings for the first time.
I remember bringing back a sick rabbit from the dam when I was 3 and nursing it in my cot. Which begs the question of what I was doing down at the neighbour’s dam by myself at the age of 3? #backinthe80s
I have a memory of getting lost behind mum’s place once for what felt like ages, but was in reality only an hour. I found a ‘secret underground well’ and then started to feel pretty uneasy as I didn’t know where I was. A short while later I came out on the gravel road up from our house and all was well again.
Montana, Great Western Tiers | Hasselblad 500cm | Portra 160
Dev/scan: Ikigai Film Lab