Photographer Aaron Jones is on an epic mission that takes him into the unforgiving Tasmanian wilderness again and again.
Autumn in Tasmania is all kinds of beautiful, and the setting for a spectacle you won’t find anywhere else.
I wasn’t lost. Not in the way I could be in mountains and trails like these. But I had no idea where I was or where I was going.
It’s about 2.30pm on a Monday afternoon and Hosier Lane, a graffitied alley off Melbourne’s Flinders Street, is alive.
At the end of my second day on the Overland Track I wrote in my notebook: “It’s the littlest moments that make this so amazing.”
The lavender fields at Bridestowe Estate are a stunning sight. But they aren’t the biggest attraction here.
When I gatecrashed my parent’s holiday and they told me we’d be heading north to Cape York, I didn’t realise I’d be retracing my dad’s road trip 32 years earlier.
I spent six weeks driving through some of the most remote parts of Queensland and loved every second of it – almost.
From the water there is a unique view of Boodjamulla National Park, but following the walking trails provides another perspective.
The sparkling emerald water in Lawn Hill Gorge is a refreshing sight after the long drive through the outback.