I remember this night as clear as day.
January, 2018. It was a chilly summers day, with blow flys nipping through our clothing.
That day we cooked up Heinz chicken and corn soup along Kosciuszko Road and after eating we ran around the grassy areas near the road and waited for the sun to set.
After experiencing one of the craziest sunsets I’ve shot (at the time), a thick layer of fog rolled in covering our surrounding with little to no visibility.
We then made our way to Charlotte’s Pass carpark where we would start the hike towards Blue Lake.
With nothing but our headlamps guiding our way, we had to cross a river and after around 2hours of hiking we arrived near Blue Lake where we set up camp. It was close to midnight or perhaps 1am.
It was a clear night and we could see the moon slowly rising above the horizon where low lying clouds/fog were sitting.
The wildflowers lit up like sparkles by the moon light, accompanied by thousands of stars above, it felt surreal. Like a movie scene.
It was freezing cold that night and we had difficulty sleeping and we ended up sleeping in for sunrise.
This was my second time being at Blue Lake and missing sunrise for the second time.... “Third time lucky”, I told myself. (Ended up shooting sunrise there one and a half years later).
It’s photos like this that brings back a rush of nostalgia, the feeling of adventure and memory that makes you smile ear to ear without realising. You’re re-living a memory that cannot be replicated or mimicked. This is why I love taking photos.