In Sydney's east, I found a place that fills in the gap in-between far-flung places, soothing my itchy feet...for now...

Prelude

Can you believe that we are nearing the end of 2016? So much has changed this year - it's been quite monumental. And yet somehow, there have still been moments where I've felt depressingly stagnant, like I've wandered down a dead-end.

When this happens, I am flooded with anxiety and restlessness and my life becomes a flurry of ridiculous daydreaming (I could totally fly down to Tassie just for 2 nights!), intense self-development (even magazines become study materials) and procrastination (I vacuumed and mopped twice in one week).

At these moments, what I really need instead of all the fluffing around, is just to GO. Any step takes me out of my funk and makes me realise that I'm not at a dead-end but a crossroads - and I can take more than one path.

My life has taken three turns recently, for the better. Briefly, the first two came from putting myself out there and involve an incredible internship with a photographer and a contributor role for an adventure hub that I've long privately swooned over. Finally, I feel like I've found that fine mélange of creativity, collaboration and mentorship.

The third is why you're here. I've been shooting consistently again. It's hammered home that it's through my lens that I find direction.

Fernweh

My blessing/curse is that my heart points me to far-off and wild places. This will come as absolutely no surprise to those who know me. I love places that take real effort to reach, that seem untouched and that at least give the illusion of seclusion; these are the ones that feed my soul. They're not always feasible, though, and not always compatible with my daily life. I've tried to hunt down spots in my surrounds that fill this urge because I realise that our backyard here in Oz is what people halfway across the world uproot their lives for. But, excuse me whilst I sound spoiled and ungrateful, it often doesn't cut it. For example, one Saturday afternoon, I drove up to North Head with intentions of shooting the sunset and the fences and crowds left me merely disheartened and downtrodden, exacerbating the desire to just not be here.

Filling the gap

But sometimes, I do somehow gather my bearings and stumble across a spot, that even though is just a stone's throw from my front door, makes me feel like I've discovered a gem.

Twice I've been to The Gap, in Sydney's beautiful eastern suburb of Watsons Bay. By no means is it a secret. But the seascapes here, exclusively at sunrise, fill me with inspiration and both settle and send my heart soaring. Maybe it's because to get somewhere for that first light, you've got to really want it. Or maybe because it is just wild out there past the fencing. Either way, it fills the gap between true far-flung places and staves off those crazily itchy and daring feet.

Here are some keepsake moments from a recent visit.

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I get really excited when I head out for a sunrise and there are clouds in the sky.

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Here she comes...

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The parallel lines, the mini-waterfalls and the luminescent moss.

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This cockatoo scared the living daylights out of me when he parked his bottom centimetres from my face which was pressed to my camera. I edged away but he just proceeded to strut along his runway - so he became my model for the morning.

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Even cockatoos like to stare wistfully out to the ocean...

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North Head looks better from here :)

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