when I’m on a holiday with my family. I really do.
But here’s the thing; A family holiday is the perfect opportunity for me to practice
my favourite style – natural, candid, documentary photography.
I’m not needing to rush off to make dinner.
We’re not needing to stick to any strict routine.
We’re all together, and we’re all relaxed.
I can focus (pun totally intended) on the minute details,
snapping away as my son kicks clouds out of our warm earth.
Our crawling daughter wriggling along the dusty ground,
collecting scenery on her onesie.
Because, hell, let them be kids.
We took off to Darwin to visit my folks for a week, and it was bliss.
They live in a little town, maybe 40 minutes out of Darwin, called Humpty Doo.
There are mango farms and red soil for days.
We’ve been blessed to visit the Northern Territory in both the Dry and the Wet.
Each season brings it’s own flavours.
I love the greenery of the Wet, but man, the weather in the Dry is superb.
Being only just into the Dry season, the landscape this time around was dotted
with greenery still – palm trees and gums ever faithful.
Each evening, we would watch the sunset from my family’s verandah with a cold beer,
and my son knew that once daylight turned to dusk, it was time to feed the chooks.
He would run with my Dad, his Pop, carrying the chook feed, as the chickens
fluttered quickly behind them in a flurry of feathers, clucking excitedly.
Together, they fed the chickens, collected their eggs, and tucked them into bed.
Each day was something new: Wildlife Parks, Beaches, Marina lunches, Rockpools,
Springs, Markets, Shopping.
Yet, always we would come home and enjoy a sunset with the family.
My kids were extraordinarily fortunate on this holiday.
Not only did we visit Nan and Pop, but Grandma and Grandpa (my Husband’s parents),
also from Sydney, were coincidentally holidaying in Darwin too.
This meant we had the opportunity for something so precious and wonderful.
A photo of our kids with both sets of their Grandparents.
It took around 60000 shots before we got anything mildly acceptable as a wall-hanger,
but let me tell you; After 10+ years of having parents in seperate states,
and for my kids never having Grandparents in the same room due to the distance
and ludicrous airfares: This was certainly a wall-hanger.
It has already been sent off to the lab to be printed large format for our home.
On our fourth evening, Ollie excitedly ran into me and exclaimed, and I quote;
“I’M GOING TO LIGHT A FIRE!!!!”
After some quick explaining from Pop, I understood that we were going to have
a campfire, complete with toasted marshmallows and special Sparklers just for
My brother got it started, and we lazily watched the fire dance, while Nan and
Ollie ran around to their own rhythm, waving sparklers around and laughing
The sun set, the children grew tired (but not before 8 toasted marshmallows and
a hot chocolate!) and we continued chattering in to the night.
Before we knew it, it was time for us to leave. Farewells are always sad with my
parents, because we just never know when finances will allow for us to catch up
again. There were cuddles, more photos, and even an embrace between Ollie
and one of his elusive Uncles. Unfortunately for Uncle Luke, his sister is far
too quick with the camera, and it has been documented forever. Likely to also
make the walls of our home.
We pulled out of the driveway, dust being flung behind the tailgate, and
farewelled my family, and their 5 acres of solitude.
Until next time, Darwin. x