Jana

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31.9505° S, 115.8605° E

When flights to Perth are cheaper than flights to Singapore, you come to Perth for the first time. Luckily my friends are in town, and the sky is doing is moody winter thing, so all is well. It’s flipping freezing – there’s nothing like some contrast to put things into perspective..

World Photo Day

I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert.

Jackson

Jackson was my winter muse. This field I called The Seven Kingdoms. March 13th was foggy. But that was then.

Pererenan

I went down to the coast to visit my Sara. Everyone who loves her calls ‘my Sara’. Her new house is scattered with my old things. Jars painted with hearts, Ganesha gathering cobwebs in the window, my faded duvet. Pererenan It was raining when I woke up, I scraped myself out of bed, onto my bike, and scooted down to the beach, leaving my flip flops on the bike. It was dark and wet, no surfers. Just the way I like it. Moody. Private. No flashy colors – just sky, clouds, light and ocean. The dark line of water on the black sand. My (other) kind of sunrise. Happy. Home.

Six Weeks in Morocco

No trip really begins until two weeks in. For the first 14 days at least, I find my heart and mind remain wherever and with whomever I’ve just left behind. And then shit gets real. Presence happens. For whatever reason I chose Morocco (oh my what an unplanned contrast to Bali) it was incredible – my eye was continually delighted. I spent many happy hours on buses, trains and in grand taxis – and so my surprise, enjoyed each of them very much. Six Weeks in Morocco I left with much of the country yet to be discovered, but I’m happy to have been to the mountains, the oceans, the cities and the desert. Until next time Morocco. Shukran.

Dust

On my final night in England, I walked the lanes again. This time the sun was out, along with the combines. After cold days and a moody start to August, at last there was golden light and gold dust. Dust The powdered harvest filled the air.

This Cheeky Wave

These are my favourite kind of waves. Just before they break – there’s a cheeky tip. I scour the beaches for the spots where they swell, waiting for just this moment. Cheeky Wave The rest of the ocean swells, few ripples, deeper currents beneath. Then a crest. A few seconds building..

Wherever I Roam

I left Canggu, and found myself in California – just in time for winter don’t you know. I have epic timing. Again. And I found myself on another epic beach and a new sunset, facing kinda the same direction. Same sky, different light. Wherever I Roam As I travel, I seek out trees and beaches. Who knew this Londoner had so much nature in her? Guess I ain’t no Londoner no more..  

Planet Backpack

During my first shoot with Conni on Campuhan Ridge she was upstaged by some bales of straw. Planet Backpack Conni is Germany’s No. 1 travel blogger. It was a pleasure to hang out with her and hear about how she lives, works and travels. Check out her site (all in German) for more.