Left Behind

Don’t forget the most important thing…

Eucalyptus Delicatensis + Waterfall. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, March 2025.

Lists are fantastic things. If everything I need for a trip is written on a list, and I cross each item off as it goes into my pack and at the end everything is crossed out then I know everything I need is going to be in my pack and will be coming with me on my trip. This is a well tested and reliable method and fits within the 6ps of good performance, or in this context, good outdoor leadership: prior preparation prevents piss poor performance! In an ideal world, this is the process I would follow to pack for every single trip.

Naturally, this is rarely the case.

First, there is the challenge of making the perfect list. Second there is the challenge of having time to make a list at all. Third, after lots of practice, it is easy to convince myself that I don’t need a list at all: that I can remember every single item I need to have for my trip! And to be honest, most times this actually works out okay. But every now and then, let’s face it, human nature means we make mistakes. Even when we don’t expect to. We forget and we stuff up and we have to live with not having some items we really really wish we had!

Waterfall + Ferns. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, March 2025.

I mean in some ways, leaving items behind can make us rather creative. This week I forgot to pack my inflatable seat for my packraft for a paddle down the Picton River. So I figured out that putting my dry bag with the repair kit inside my pack and sitting on that actually makes a pretty good seat. Which made me discover that dry bags under pressure behave differently to dry bags not under pressure. The dry bag had about a pint of water in it at the end of the day! I swear I rolled the top three times! But it is okay, I have finally managed to dry everything off and tomorrow we go on the river again. And this time I am packing my seat!

Mt Pelion East. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, March 2025.

One of my favourite guiding stories involve a pair of boots. About ten years ago one of the new bushwalking guides on the Overland Track was doing their ‘famil’ trip, which means they go along as an extra or third guide on the trip to learn the ropes. And this guide, well she grabbed her pair of boots from the hallway of her sharehouse in the dark to drive up nice and early to meet the guests. She had two boots, which seemed quite satisfactory. Until she got to the trailhead at Waldheim with the guests and went to put them on, only to discover that she had two left boots! Oops. She grabbed one of her boots and one of her housemate’s boots from the hallway! So she couldn’t go on the trip and ended up having to go back home on the bus. With her two left boots.

Grazing Plains. Hasseblad 500CM, Portra 400, March 2025.

Then there was the time we went on a bushwalk with my brother and my dad many years ago in Hungary. The idea was to go on a short walk, then have a picnic and build a campfire and roast some bacon over the fire. But we got quite lost, and I remember walking for hours, getting quite weary and looking forward to lunch. But when we eventually stopped to eat, Dad realised he left the bacon at home in the fridge. Along with the sausages.
Well at least we had pickled cucumbers and some bread.

I guess it could have been worse.

-A.S. 24.5.2025

Finding One's Way

To find the way, one must loose the way.

Morning mist, dolerite peak. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, April 2025.

I have never considered myself to have a good sense of direction. The amount of times I have been lost, or chosen to go the wrong way are a testament to this.

My first memory of being lost in the bush was on the northern circuit of Wilson’s Prom. Back then I really was a bit green when it came to outdoor pursuits, but the notion that my lack of experience should disqualify me from attempting what was classed as a ‘remote and poorly marked trail for experienced walkers only’ did not occur to me. I barged ahead, and got myself lost in the scrub on the plains, with no visible landmarks, despite the route having a decent pad and being marked with pink tape nonetheless. I walked around in circles for about five hours. At one point the river scrub got so thick I had to fall onto it backwards with my pack to knock it down so I could step on it. I did have a map and compass, but without the landmarks they weren’t much help. In the end I crossed the marked route by accident, and I was able to stay on the trail for the rest of the trip. It was a humbling experience, and I remember feeling victorious when I eventually completed the hike on the third day.

Years later I remember losing the Moses Creek track on my first attempt towards Cathedral Mountain in the Walls. I ended up pushing on well past any point where there may have been a hope of actually being on a pad of any sort, and kept climbing up this hill toward what I thought was the right direction. When I eventually checked the map and ascertained my position with a compass using triangulation, I discovered I had gone well off route and would have to walk about two and a half kilometres cross country to get back on the track. Naturally, it took quite a bit longer than I expected. About four hours from memory. There were a number of gullies I had to cross and quite a few tea tree thickets. In the end I was content to have made it to Chapter Lake by nightfall, which is usually a cruisy three hour walk. It took me all day.

Then there was my first attempt to walk out to Federation Peak. I had only three days so I thought I would have a crack at a fast and light mindset trip, which is not usually my style. Things went quite well for the first couple of hours. But upon reaching the first saddle from where the track descends to the Cracroft River, I followed a taped route that led me into some thick rainforest, only for the tape to eventually abandon me in the scrub somewhere on the Cracroft plains. Still, there was a descent footpad so I decided to follow it. Eventually I figured out that this was not the Eastern Arthurs Traverse, but the old track to Judd’s Cavern. By the time I made this realisation it was too late for me to backtrack and get to Cutting Camp that day, where I needed to be if I was going to have a crack at Federation Peak on that trip. So my first trip to Federation Peak was actually a trip to Judd’s Cavern.

It is worth noting that in all these cases I followed my intuition, and while it often led me away from my intended route, it did lead me to make discoveries which I wouldn’t have made otherwise. But it is also worth noting that the map and compass and technical navigation skills helped me find my way back to my intended route and eventually out of the wilderness in all these cases. Without these tools and skills I might still be out there walking around in circles, scratching my head!

Decidious Beech in glacial bowl. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, April 2025.

While I don’t think my sense of direction is particularly good, neither is it terrible overall. Certainly with years of practice, it has gotten a lot better. But the reason I have gotten lost over the years is probably because I don’t really mind being lost.

In some ways, the way can only be found if the way is lost. To truly learn how to pay attention carefully over the course of many hours, one must first learn exactly how much of a pain in the ass it is to let the concentration lapse and lose one’s way out in the bush. To learn how not to make mistakes, we must first make all the mistakes. In my case, because I am a slow learner in a lot of ways, I need to make the same mistakes a number of times before I eventually learn how to avoid them.

And then there are greater philosophical questions around finding one’s way, especially out in the wild places. A lot of my trips have a specific destination, or goal in mind. A trip is generally considered a success if the ‘objective’ or ‘destination’ is reached along the route intended. And if not, then the trip is considered a ‘failed attempt’. But slowly and surely my attitude in this regard is starting to shift. I try to hold my awareness a bit more open these days. The more firmly we hold our objective in mind, the more blind we become to the surrounding landscape around us. The more fixated we get on reaching our destination, the more our destination continues to elude us. And here I mean destination in a metaphorical sense; not only a physical place, but rather, a state of mind that comes with arriving to the place we were meant to find. Discoveries are made with an open mind.

Best Friends- Fagus and Pencil Pine. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, April 2025.

-A.S. 17th of May 2025, Sandy Bay, Nipaluna / Hobart, Lutruwita /Tasmania.

The Turning

As the fagus turns and the autumn days shorten towards the winter solstice, I realise we have arrived to the end of another season, another cycle. This signifies another loop around the sun, with us riding on planet Earth, oblivious of the fact we are hurtling through space at an astonishing speed.

Another year of life has passed, making mistakes, experiencing joy, sorrow, and learning a bit more about how the world all fits together. With the turning, I hope we have gotten wiser and at least somewhat less likely to make the same mistakes all over again.

I will leave you with some quotes I have recorded in my journal this year on a theme that has relevance to all of us: love.

Happy Mother’s Day!

-A.S. 10th of May, 2025, Brushy Creek.

Fagus, Alpine Plateau, Central Highlands. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, April 2025.

“Mature love is union under the condition of preserving one’s integrity, one’s individuality.”
- Erich Fromm

Plateau’s Edge, right. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, April 2025.

“There is not much we know for sure, but one certainty that will never abandon us is that we must remain with what is difficult. It is good to be alone, because being alone is hard; the fact that something is hard is one more reason for us to do it. Loving, too is good- because love is hard. For one person to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult thing we are asked to do, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is a mere preparation.”

-R.M. Rilke, Letter 7 to Franz Kappus, 1904

Plateau’s Edge, left. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, April 2025.

“The Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.”

-Dante

Plateau’s Edge, Panorama. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, April 2025.

Relation

“I relate, therefore I am.”

-Ruth Langford, Hope in Crises Forum

Eucalypts near Mersey River. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, March 2025.

“The world that we know, that relates to us, that interests us, what we call ‘reality’ is the vast web of interacting entities, of which we are a part, that manifest themselves by interacting with each other…”

- Carlo Rovelli, Helgoland

Last light among the trees. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, March 2025.

“The properties of an object are the way in which it acts upon other objects, reality is this web of interactions.”

-Carlo Rovelli, Helgoland

In the forest. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro, March 2025.

"When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe."

-John Muir

Canoe shaped scar in tree. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, March 2025.

The choice is yours

“We are Nature. Long have we been absent, but now we return.”

- Walt Whitman

Hill above the Mersey. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, March 2025.

I have been pretty depressed about the state of the world of late. In particular I have been appalled at the lack of good leadership both in Australia and abroad. With the federal election coming up, I was left with pondering the question of whether there is any chance of positive change, when so many elections in the past have failed us, the people. In particular, I fell into the trap of viewing the outcome as pre-determined: one of the two major parties were bound to take majority, in one way or another. And neither parties seem aware of the direction that our nation needs to take, for the health of people and for custodianship of country, the earth, the waters and air. What good will my vote really do, when there is bound to be no change for the better, when it comes to the things that matter to me?

Mersey above Rowallan. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, March 2025.

I got my postal vote ballots in the mail the other day. I opened the envelope and found two ballots inside. One had five choices, this was for the house of representatives. The second ballot was for the senate, and on this I could either vote above or below the line. Above the line, I’d vote for parties, and below the line I’d vote for individuals who represent those parties. I chose to vote below the line, because I knew who would get my number one vote as an individual. This meant I had to place numbers from 1-12. I did a bit of reading up on the internet. And I was pleasantly surprised.

Oxley Falls, Mersey River. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, March 2025.

Some of the minor parties had remarkably good policies. As did some of the independents. And I found myself thinking, herein lies the future of our nation, Australia. It lies in the leaders who listen to the people, and aren’t corrupted by greed or power.

Mersey River. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, March 2025.

The outcome of the election is not pre-determined. There are people out there who have got their heads screwed on straight. And they are not robots. They are real people, dedicating their life to being good leaders. Leaders our country needs. Leaders the people need.

In one week’s time, our country will have voted, more or less. This is democracy. The people choose. And this time, I choose to believe in the people of Australia. May they choose well.

-A.S. 26/4/25, Brushy Creek.

Dreamy Days

“Real generosity toward the future lies in giving well to the present.” -Albert Camus

Waterfall Bay, Turrakana / Tasman Peninsula. Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100, Feb 2025.

I have been rather busy of late. Busy with work, busy with all the demands that I place on myself, that my fellow humans place on me, busy, busy, busy. My days are scheduled, my weeks are planned and my months all tick away on the calendar, one event after the next. Boredom and spare time have disappeared over the last couple of years. Where did they go? I used to be able to muse, to have a lazy afternoon. These days, my routine consists of things I feel I must do as opposed to what I would like to do. Perhaps this is the life that most ‘grown-ups’ live, and I should be grateful that I have all my needs met. But to dream and to aspire, that is being human, and to imagine a better life than the one I see myself and my fellow humans living; surely this is important?

Waterfall Bay, Turrakana / Tasman Peninsula, Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100, Feb 2025.

So much of my everyday life consists of set routines. Doing a very similar thing over and over again. It’s almost like clockwork. It is predictable, safe and offers clear rewards. I earn money so I can buy food, clothing, petrol, and equipment that let me do the things I like to do. But there is a price to pay for this. “A man does not need to be in chains to be a slave”. I am a slave to this way of life. I am bound to my habits. I am stuck on a treadmill, repeating activities that constantly contribute to the great extinction of life on this planet. I use transport based on fossil fuels to undertake my trips. I use plastic products every day. I am contributing to catastrophic climate change that is threatening all life on Earth.

But I also ride my bike, whenever I can and use old things where I can. I try not to use more than I need and I am respectful to the places I visit. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I can see a world on a precipice, but I can also see a world that is wonderful and I am so grateful that I get to witness it all every day. Even if I am stuck in a loop, repeating the things I do every day, I can be inspired by all the little moments.

I am inspired by the way the way the ocean beats against the sea cliffs; the way light falls on the meadow and the morning dew glistens in the sun, the colours of the fagus as it turns and falls at the end of autumn. But I am also inspired by the human made things in my life. I am a little bit shocked my car starts (almost) every time I turn the key. When people are kind to me. These are the moments when I think ‘Well the world might still be okay’. All these little moments, they add up and make me feel blessed I am simply present.

And so, even if I have been busy of late, I have retained a sense of mental serenity. I guess I do not chose my life’s circumstances. Sometimes I have to work seven days a week. Sometimes I don’t get as much sleep as I would like. Sometimes I don’t eat the food that I want to eat, or have a chance to look after myself as I would like to.

Cape Hauy, Turrakana / Tasman Peninsula, Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100, Feb 2025.

I choose to be present. To me, this means less and less thinking and more and more observing. I try to avoid getting stuck in thought loops as much as I can. Sometimes I do this thing in my mind, which I’ve learnt to do through years of meditation practice. It is hard to explain how I do it, but it is a sort of expansions of my awareness, upwards and outwards, to encompass everything outside of my own existence. It turns my sometimes dull every day into an inspiring dream. Instead of being ground down, I am lifted up; it reminds me that even if my experience is mundane, it is no less wonderful.

And perhaps sometime soon I will find a way to be less busy. To make more time for the things I like. Oh how I would love to read more. To write more. To go wondering through the bush so I can take more photos. To focus on my art, to bring more beauty into the world. To be able to go on more adventures, to explore the wild places that are dark, quiet and mysterious. . Oh, one day I am sure these things will come.

For now, I dream.

-A.S. 19/4/2025, Brushy Creek

The Monument, Turrakana / Tasman Peninsula, Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100, Feb 2025.

Sea and rocks...

Time in Nature
Will turn
The mirror of reflection
Back toward its source,
The Perceiver.

-A.S, 18.11.2024

Fortescue, Feb 2024. Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100.

Near the blowhole, Tasman Peninsula. Feb 2025. Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100.

Breaking Wave, Rocks. Feb 2025. Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100.

Baby in the Cradle

For many years I resisted the urge to take the classic photo of Tasmania’s most iconic landmark.

The Hole and the Crown, Feb 2025. Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100.

It is a mountain that is over-photographed and over-visited. I can’t imagine taking a photo of this place and thinking I am doing something new here. As the most photographed mountain in Tasmania / Lutruwita, any photographer worth their silver would think twice before taking a shot of this mountain and ask, ‘What am I giving here that hasn’t been given before?’

Pandanni Grove, Cradle Valley. Feb 2025, Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100.

It is a blessing and a curse, being bestowed with so much natural beauty.

The mountain’s quiet grace is interrupted daily by helicopters flying by it. Buses drive thousands of people back and forth day in, day out, who wish to behold this place. The tracks that have been worn into the rocks of these mountains can be seen from kilometres away, high up in the sky.

Open Valley, Glaciated Hillsides, Feb 2025. Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100.

Recently, I visited the Reserve with my folks and we stayed at Waldheim Cabins.

When we started the Dove Lake Circuit, I couldn’t resist. I stood on Glacier Rock and I pulled out the old Pentax and looked through the viewfinder, across Dove Lake at the fabled Cradle.

Years of aversion disappeared in a second when I looked at the scene and thought, well, that’s pretty remarkable. I pushed the button and I heard the shutter. The time had come for me to take the classic angle. For better or worse, I took the shot.

Baby in the Cradle. Feb 2025. Pentax MX, Kodak Pro Image 100.

-A.S. 5/4/26, Brushy Creek.

The ever-quickening world

The world seems to be speeding up. It is time we learnt how to slow down.

Chessboard. Sep 2022, Pentax MX, Portra 800.

It seems to me that the world is speeding up. People seem obsessed with doing things faster and faster. We gotta be able to do more and more. We use more stuff than the previous generation. Stuff isn’t made to last, it’s made to sell. And to satisfy the global consumer’s needs and desires, all this stuff has to be moved around, from one end of the globe to the other. Continuously.

Despite knowing the solutions to the climate crises, ecological crises and cost of living crises, we fail to act out these solutions. We continue to barge ahead with our way of life that we know is killing the planet. As individuals we want to do better. As a collective society, we have been unable to alter the course of action that has brought us to our current predicament and we continue to hurtle us toward a precipice which looms on our horizon line.

Road along the Huon River. Sep 2022, Pentax MX, Portra 800.

We need to slow down. We need to stop moving mass around. Mass is the inherent quality of matter, of stuff. The greater the mass, the more energy it takes to move it around. At the moment, the primary mode of moving things around is through the burning of fossil fuels. Burning raw materials from the Earth that have accumulated over millions of years. Burning these materials, be it oil or coal, results in the emission of greenhouse gases, in particular carbon dioxide. The accumulation of these gases in our atmosphere trap heat from the sun. We live on a planet that is heating up from the billions of engines we turn on and run every day. This heating introduces more energy to the climactic system, resulting in catastrophic climate patterns which create living conditions vastly different to what life has evolved to cope with. In other words, homo sapiens, the human species is driving a change that is endangering the ongoing survival of all life on Earth.

Little boat, big river. Sep 2022, Pentax MX, Portra 800.

We need to turn the engines off. All the cars, all the ships, all the planes. We need to stop burning fossil fuels. We do not have time to transition. We need to stop the movement now. We need to heal the earth, starting immediately. This is the solution. We need to stop moving mass around through the use of fossil fuels.

But how to do this when we rely on fossil fuels to get our daily bread? How can we ask to not to drive or fly any more when we have built our way of life centred on these movement of things? Imagine the suffering of not moving food to where it needs to go. Imagine the chaos that would cause! So how do we turn the engines off without half the world starving to death!? I guess the elusive answer to this question is why we haven’t turned the engines off yet.

Bridge across Huon River, Sep 2022.. Pentax MX, Portra 800.

I don’t think looking to technology for the magic cure is the solution to our problems. Renewable energy isn’t going to solve the fundamental problem: exponential expansion of the human population on planet Earth and our increasing demand for more raw materials, transformed to suit our needs and desires.

We have exceeded the carrying capacity of the Earth. We want too much. I find it sad that this fact is ignored day to day. For our leaders to stand up and enact the solutions, we all must be willing to change the way we live our lives. Dramatically. We need to be able to give up all the things which we think we need in order to exist. It is going to be tough, but these changes will take place within a few generations whether we are willing to change our ways or not. We still have a choice. But if we fail to change our way now, that choice will be taken away from us.

The solution is incredibly difficult, but very simple at heart. Instead of speeding up, we need to slow down. Collectively. We all need to work together on this. All 8 billion of us people. It is in our best interest, after all.

-A.S. 28/3/25, Brushy Creek.

The Descent into the Underworld

“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.” - Joseph Campbell

Folded Quartzite. Pentax MX, Nov 2020.

“The descent is a mythological term for the period during and after a powerful event in which the ego has been overwhelmed by the unconscious. Energy that is normally available to consciousness falls into the unconscious.” - Martin Shaw

Tilted Peak. Pentax MX, Nov 2020.

“This is known as journeying to the underworld, a state in which creative energies are going through transformations that the unaware ego may know nothing about.” -Martin Shaw

Chaotic Jumble. Pentax MX, Nov 2020.

-A.S. 22/3/2025, Nipaluna / Hobart.