Tasmania
This collection captures my time exploring Tasmania — a place that feels ancient, untamed, and quietly magical. From misty mountain trails to wind-whipped coastlines, every photo is a glimpse into a land that thrives at the edge of the world.
Wandering through dense forests, stumbling across quiet bays, and watching the light shift over remote highlands, I found moments of stillness and wild beauty that reminded me why I started this journey in the first place.
We kicked off the trip in Launceston, one of Tasmania’s oldest towns. Between wandering the streets and grabbing coffee in hidden corners, we made our way to Cataract Gorge — cliffs, ferns, and the kind of peaceful views that make you stop and take it all in.
The Overland Track was everything we hoped for — wild, remote, and endlessly beautiful. We hiked through ever-changing landscapes, from mossy forests to rocky ridgelines. It was a challenge, but every step was worth it to take in a landscape that felt new, unfamiliar, and deeply alive.
We stopped in Penguin, a quiet little coastal town my dad visited when he was young. It was surreal walking the same shoreline he once did, now dotted with penguin statues and mural-covered walls. Small, sunny, and full of charm
Stanley felt like a town suspended in time — quiet streets, salty wind, and The Nut rising dramatically above it all. We wandered through its historic cottages and climbed the steep path to the top of the plateau, rewarded with sweeping coastal views. Just after sunset, we were lucky enough to spot a few little penguins making their way ashore — a quiet, magical moment that made the stillness of Stanley feel even more alive.
Low Head was quiet and windswept, perched where the river meets the sea. We spent the evening near the old lighthouse, watching the sky shift colors as the sun dipped below the horizon. Just after dusk, the real magic began — tiny penguins shuffling up the rocks, returning home for the night. It was peaceful, surreal, and one of those moments where the world feels perfectly still
Tucked away not far from Low Head, the Tasmanian Arboretum was a quiet escape into nature — a mix of winding trails, tall trees, and mirrored ponds. We wandered slowly, taking in the stillness and soft light filtering through the leaves. The highlight? Spotting a wild platypus gliding through the water — one of those rare, grounding moments that make you pause, breathe, and just watch
