The cold of winter on the main rage can sometimes be warmed by the Sunset reflections.  

The high plains are about life and death and the relationship between the two. The constant is the importance of water on these fragile environments. 

We had finished the overland track and were waiting to be picked up. The morning was cold and the mist had rolled in. The dream like quality of the mist and sepia tones are the elements that drew me to capture this image. 

The sun had decended through the trees canopy and created some interesting light patterns on the red leaf litter. 

I woke to rain on my tent no photography today. As I sat eating breakfast the clouds parted allowing me a few minutes to capture this image before the rain returned for the rest of the day

We camped right on the edge of the ocean on a raised rocky shelf. I woke to an overcast dull day, which brought out the bright coloured red lichen growing on nearby rocks.

Sitting alone at a tarn on top of Mackinnon pass before the masses of trampers arrived was tranquil listening to distant avalanches.

Mt Baw Baw is often covered with a thick mist, which helps create a depth in the landscape. This mist soaks into the trees and brings out the subtle colours in the bark. 

This snow gum has long since died from fire but its skeleton remains a reminder of the past seasons on Mt Bogong.

When you reach the summit of a mountain before sunrise you hope the weather will be kind to you on this day the gods were on my side.

With head torch in hand I made the two-hour trek to a vantage point, which would enable me to see Mount Cook summit. The sunrise speaks for itself as the previous days attempt failed with low cloud.

Pine Valley is an eerie part of the Overland track Bushwalkers have gone missing and never found again. 

The still evening and fading light helped create and interesting composition devout of people with strong geometric foreground interest.  

The coastline of the Tarkine is an unspoiled piece of wilderness. Wondering on the beach we came across aboriginal midden sites with stone cutting tools.

We set out in the dark on the 9km return walk to Tongue Point. We arrived just after sunrise to be greeted by two humpback whales wallowing in the shallows. 

I rock hopped to the top of this outcrop and waited for the sun to rise.  The suns rays illuminated the islands in the distance and the subtle colour changes in the foreground rocks created this composition.