The Road to Bundanoon

A few weeks ago I drove from Rockley to Bundanoon in the Southern Highlands of New South Wales in anticipation of spending a couple of days with Lean Timms and a wonderful group of like-minded creatives, immersed in photography and the discipline of seeing properly.

The road there carried me through the drama of the Abercrombie River National Park – basalt hard against the sky before plunging into dark gullies.

Further east the country softened. The air grew damp. By the time I reached the Southern Highlands, the landscape had turned lush and green, holding mist in its folds.

We worked from Osborne House, a gracious old house with a long history sitting quietly among old trees, its rooms filled with late summer storm light.

On our shared lunch tables, Lean kindly had small gifts waiting for each of us, including a candle from Southern Wild Co. I’d brought Hidden Vale, a scent of mountain air, wild wood and moss and later, photographing the tables in the soft Bundanoon light, it struck me how scent and place so often travel together.

These photographs are small field notes from the road.
Moments gathered slowly between journeys, rooms and weather.

Practising ways of seeing.