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The Heartbeat of the DerwentThere’s a silence that happens in the middle of a long race. It’s not a lack of noise—the wi...
04/02/2026

The Heartbeat of the Derwent
There’s a silence that happens in the middle of a long race.

It’s not a lack of noise—the wind is howling and the hull is thrumming—but a silence of the mind.

You stop thinking and start feeling.

As a sailor, my world is defined by the tension of a line.

As a photographer, it’s defined by the tension of a frame. In this shot, those two worlds finally shook hands.

Why I let the colors fade
I chose to strip away the blues and greens of the Tasmanian coast because, in the heat of a race, the scenery is just a ghost.

• The Weight of the Water: By removing the color, the Derwent reveals its true character. It’s no longer "pretty" water; it’s a living, breathing sculpture of power and friction. You can feel the cold in the greyscale.

• The Pulse of the Sail: I kept the red because it represents the life of the moment. It’s the adrenaline. It’s the "engine" that’s pulling us toward the finish line. Everything else is secondary to that curve of nylon catching the light.

• The Truth of the Chase: In a long haul, you get tunnel vision. The hills of Hobart become a silhouette and the sky becomes a canvas. I wanted to show you exactly what I see when I’m behind the lens: a world that is vast and grey, punctuated by the vibrant, defiant spirit of a boat at full tilt.

This isn't just a photo of a boat. It’s a photo of what it feels like to be alive on the water.

Salt in the Lens, Heart in the HelmThey say you can’t stand in the same river twice, and on the Derwent, that truth is a...
03/02/2026

Salt in the Lens, Heart in the Helm

They say you can’t stand in the same river twice, and on the Derwent, that truth is a physical force.

One moment, the water is an eerie, silver mirror—so still you can hear a sail tacking from a mile away.

Then, with a sudden shift of the shadows over the hills, the mirror shatters. The "glass" turns to "teeth," and the river begins to bite.

This is where my two greatest loves find their common ground.

As a sailor, I’m feeling for the vibration in the tiller, anticipating the lean of the boat as we hit the chop.

But as a photographer, I’m watching for the architecture of the ocean. I’m looking for that fleeting, fractured second where the Derwent decides to throw a crown of saltwater over the bow.

During the Prince Philip Cup, I caught this moment of pure, unscripted friction.

It’s the point where liquid becomes light. I love this perspective because it’s impossible to capture from the shore; you have to be in the trenches, vibrating with the boat, soaked to the bone and breathless.

It’s a raw, visceral ballet between the crew's grit and the river's whims.

I don't just take pictures of boats.
I’m trying to bottle the adrenaline of the transition—from the calm to the chaos, and the beauty found right in the middle of the spray.

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The Art of Chasing the Wind: Life on the DerwentThere is a special moment of magic that happens when the roar of the cit...
02/02/2026

The Art of Chasing the Wind: Life on the Derwent

There is a special moment of magic that happens when the roar of the city fades and is replaced by the rhythmic slap of the River Derwent against a fiberglass hull.

In this frame, you’re looking at the International Dragon Class—the thoroughbreds of the sailing world.

They are lean, elegant, and unapologetic. But more than just boats, they are a testament to the dance between human ambition and the raw elements of Tasmania.

More Than Just a Race

As a photographer, I don’t just look for the "action shot." I look for the tension in the sheets, the tilt of the mast, and that split second where a crew finds perfect harmony with a gust of wind.

See that iconic octagonal silhouette of Wrest Point in the background? It’s been a silent witness to decades of these battles.

To some, it’s a landmark. To a sailor, it’s a transit point, a wind-shadow creator, and a sign that you’re home.

Why We Do It

Sailing isn’t just for the salt-crusted veterans or the elite; it’s for anyone who has ever wanted to feel truly small and truly powerful at the exact same time.

It’s about:
• The Silence: The moment the engine cuts and the wind takes over.
• The Physics: Watching a heavy boat lift and surge forward on nothing but invisible air.
• The Community: The "apres-sail" stories told at the club that get slightly more dramatic with every round of drinks.

Capturing the Soul of the South

My mission is to bridge the gap between the deck and the shore.

I want to show you what it feels like to have the spray hit your face and the adrenaline spike as you round the buoy.

Through my lens, I hope you see that the Tasmanian sailing scene isn't just a sport—it's our heritage, written in white foam and blue water.

Whether you’ve spent your life on a keelboat or you’ve never stepped foot on a pier, there is a seat for you in this story.

Do you have a favorite memory of the Hobart waterfront? Drop it in the comments—I’d love to hear what the river means to you!

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Perfect, Silent, Symmetry."There is a specific kind of magic that happens when the Dragons take to the water. These boat...
01/02/2026

Perfect, Silent, Symmetry."

There is a specific kind of magic that happens when the Dragons take to the water.

These boats don’t just sail; they converse with the elements. In this frame, four white spinnakers bloom like winter lilies against the slate-grey Tasmanian sky.

It’s a moment of high-stakes grace—the tension of the race masked by the effortless curve of nylon and the steady slice of hulls through cold southern water.

Through the Lens and Over the Gunwale
As both a sailor and a photographer, my perspective is split between two worlds:

• The Competitor: I feel the vibration of the rigging and the tactical chess match of maintaining clear air in a tight reach.

• The Artist: I see the rhythm of the repetition—the way the AUS sail numbers march across the horizon, creating a visual cadence that feels almost orchestral.

The Derwent is a notoriously demanding mistress.

She tests your technical skill with every unpredictable gust and rewards your persistence with light that you simply won't find anywhere else on earth.

To capture this moment required more than just a fast shutter speed; it required an understanding of the boat’s soul and the river’s temper.

"In sailing, as in photography, timing is everything. You wait for the gust, you wait for the light, and for one fleeting second, the chaos of the race aligns into perfect, silent symmetry."

Sailing is my discipline; photography is my testimony.

I’m honored to be out here amongst some of the finest sailors in the world, documenting the grit and the grandeur of not only the Prince Philip Cup,
But Sailing here in Tasmania in general.

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The View from the Invisible MastThere is a silence in the sky that you don't get on the deck. From 50 feet up, the roar ...
01/02/2026

The View from the Invisible Mast
There is a silence in the sky that you don't get on the deck.

From 50 feet up, the roar of the Derwent softens into a rhythmic pulse, and the chaos of a downwind leg becomes a choreographed dance of nylon and salt.

I launched the drone into a sky heavy with the threat of rain—the kind of light that makes the white hulls pop and the blue of AUS 189’s spinnaker feel like a neon sign against the charcoal clouds.

It’s a fleeting moment where the elements held their breath; the wind was firm enough to fill the sails, but the water remained dark and glass-like, reflecting the mood of a classic Tasmanian afternoon.

In the viewfinder, these Dragons aren't just boats; they are spirits chasing the horizon.

There’s a weight to the air here, a sense of history that comes with the Prince Philip Cup, and seeing it from a bird's-eye view makes you realise just how small we are against the scale of the river—and how beautiful the pursuit of speed can be.

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The Art of the Hang-Up There’s a silent language on the Derwent that every sailor knows—the sudden, heavy weight of a ha...
31/01/2026

The Art of the Hang-Up

There’s a silent language on the Derwent that every sailor knows—the sudden, heavy weight of a halyard that refuses to run, and the frantic, rhythmic dance of a crew trying to outrun a gust while their gear stays behind.

From the Rail

As a sailor, your stomach drops when you see this. It’s the raw, unglamorous side of the Prince Philip Cup. We all want the shots of the perfect plane or the crisp spinnaker set, but the truth of the Dragon class lives here, too. It’s in the strained forearms, the calculated scramble on a pitching deck, and that moment of "right, what now?" when the hardware decides it’s had enough. It’s a battle against friction and time, played out in front of a chasing fleet.

Through the Lens

As a photographer, I find a different kind of beauty in the "wineglass" and the stuck halyard.

• The Monochrome Choice: I stripped the color from this frame to focus on the sculptural chaos of the half-down sail. Without the distraction of the blue water, you’re left with the sheer tension of the lines and the grit of the crew’s silhouettes against the Tasmanian hills.

• The Composition: I wanted to capture the scale of the struggle. The way the sail billows out of control creates a massive, organic shape that dwarfs the humans trying to tame it. It’s a study in texture and tension—the soft folds of the Dacron versus the hard, unforgiving lines of the mast.

• The "Ugly" Truth: We spend so much time chasing the "perfect" shot that we forget the most compelling stories are often found in the mistakes. There is a brutal honesty in a fouled spinnaker that a perfect set just can’t replicate.

Every sailor has been the person on that deck.

And every photographer hopes to be there with a fast shutter when it happens.

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Between the Gust and the Glass There is a specific kind of silence that happens in the middle of a roar—that split secon...
31/01/2026

Between the Gust and the Glass

There is a specific kind of silence that happens in the middle of a roar—that split second on the Derwent when the wind fills the cloth, the hull finds its groove, and the world momentarily stabilises.

The Sailor’s Heart

Looking at this frame, I don't just see boats; I see the kinetic energy of the Prince Philip Cup. I see the tension in the sheets of AUS 148 and the calculated positioning of the fleet as they hunt for clear air. You can almost hear the rhythmic slap of the chop against the fiberglass and the whistle of the rig. It’s a dance of physics and intuition where the Dragon class remains the undisputed prima ballerina of the water.

The Photographer’s Eye

From the lens side, I was chasing the "stack." I wanted to compress the distance to show just how tight the racing really is.

• The colour Story: That shock of cobalt blue spinnaker isn't just a sail; it’s the chromatic anchor of the composition, pulling the viewer’s eye through the layers of white dacron.

• The Texture: I intentionally kept the shutter speed high enough to freeze the "bite" of the bow wave, contrasting the fluid chaos of the river against the rigid, purposeful lines of the masts.

• The Light: Capturing the translucency of the spinnakers as they catch the sun—seeing the skeletal frame of the boat through the fabric—is what makes marine photography a constant pursuit of the ephemeral.

Sailing teaches you to respect the elements; photography teaches you to harvest them.

This frame is a bit of both.

To the crews out there: Is there any feeling better than the moment that kite finally sets and the boat finds its feet?

It’s a wonderful balance as a sailor and photographer trying to keep your horizon level when the world is tilting at 15 degrees! But it’s worth every moment…

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This is where I feel most alive — right here, on the water, in the middle of the madness and magic of racing.Just second...
30/01/2026

This is where I feel most alive — right here, on the water, in the middle of the madness and magic of racing.

Just seconds from the mark. Boats stacked tight. Sails loaded. The quiet tension before the bear away, then the call comes and it’s all on — spinnaker ready, hands moving fast, hearts beating harder, full throttle into the downwind. If you sail, you don’t just see this moment… you feel it.

During the Dragon’s Prince Philip Cup, while these crews are digging deep and racing flat out, I’m right there with them. Not watching from shore. Not guessing what it feels like. I’m a sailor too — I know the pressure in this moment, the trust between crew, the fine line between nailing it and blowing it. That’s what shapes the way I shoot. I’m not chasing pretty pictures, I’m chasing truth.

I get to freeze those fleeting, beautiful seconds in time — the spray flying, the boats heeled, the commitment written across every movement — so you can relive your race long after the sails come down and the stories start flowing at the bar. These are the moments you barely remember because you’re so focused on racing… until you see them again.

This is why I do what I do.
For the sailors. For the battles at the marks. For the moments that define a race.
Sailor at heart, photographer by passion — telling your story from inside the fleet, exactly as it felt.

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There are moments on the water when time slows, and this was one of them.From a sailor’s eye, this is the downwind dance...
28/01/2026

There are moments on the water when time slows, and this was one of them.

From a sailor’s eye, this is the downwind dance we live for — the quiet tension just before the pressure fills, the crew moving with instinct rather than words, the Dragon lifting and breathing as the spinnaker comes alive.

White sails pressed full, black water rushing beneath, every decision etched into the race.

From a photographer’s eye, the story writes itself.
Black and white strips the noise away — hulls, hands, horizons reduced to pure form and feel.

And then the red.

That flash of red spinnaker, bold and defiant, the heartbeat of the frame. It’s speed. It’s risk. It’s commitment.

It’s the moment when you stop thinking and start trusting.

The Prince Philip Cup wasn’t just a regatta — it’s a collection of moments like this. Quiet, powerful, fleeting.

Where skill meets instinct, and beauty finds you when you’re too busy sailing to notice.

A photograph can freeze a second…
but if you’ve sailed it, you can feel this one forever.

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Prince Philip Cup FinalAlbum.
28/01/2026

Prince Philip Cup Final
Album.

Prince Philip Cup Final DayPart one album.
28/01/2026

Prince Philip Cup Final Day
Part one album.

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