Kangaroo Island
Kangaroo Island gave me something I value in a place: time.
I spent nine weeks there, long enough to return to the same water, tracks and clifftops and see them differently. At Pennington Bay I kept looking south across the Southern Ocean. At Pelican Lagoon the scale contracted—to reflected cloud, a spreading ripple, evening colour and a track disappearing into the bush.
Some of these photographs began by waiting for light. Others came from simply being there when something changed.
Together they are less a catalogue of Kangaroo Island than a record of what staying with a place allowed me to find. The island is clearly present, but what interests me in the photographs is the relationship between water, weather, distance, light and the small changes that make a familiar place briefly unfamiliar again.