March in Chamonix
Following on from the end of Feb the beast from the east froze our snowpack and we desperately needed a fresh snowfall. On the 1st we woke to fresh snow and it was set to be our best month. I rode 28 out of 31 days and even managed to get a few bluebird pow days. Heaven.
The novelty of shooting the snow and the mountains never wore off, theres just something magic about it. Near the end of the month the snowfall lessened and the warmer bluer days started to become frequent. One particular Saturday after checking out the farmers market and a nap in the sun that we just couldn’t say no and went for a late afternoon ride, in a hoody. With the temps slowly and steadily on the rise the snow in town had all but gone, but lucky for me the night before my birthday and it snowed relentlessly.
Keeping this one in (mostly) chronological order, showing the shift in the season.
I love creating images that speak to me.
I grew up in a small town that nobody really knows about, Levin. Spent a good ten years in Hamilton making some of the best friends anyone could have. And now I’m living, working and playing in the city of Auckland, New Zealand. Also a small country that people have trouble locating – I’m looking at you America!
Life is about stories, and that’s what I love to capture and document. My shooting style is unobtrusive. You may be a natural in front of the camera, or have no idea what to do but before we even start I’ll make sure you’re comfortable and relaxed.
Things I love: Travelling to wherever I can, my partner Monita, homemade burgers, wood fired pizzas, the smell of rain on a hot summers day, mountains, the snow, sunsets and sunrises, star gazing, natural light, the aesthetic of wood, crashing waves and day dreaming.