Master of Reality

“If we are to live the good life we came for, we must stop allowing the world around us to be the reason for our thought selection and start choosing thoughts exclusively based on how they feel.”

”If you want your life to change or be different for the better, you must change your beliefs, and to change your beliefs you must change your thinking habits to thoughts that feel real, true and good.”


-Brian Withers: The Book of Life

Framed Snowgum. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

Ever since I was little, I’ve tried to live a balanced life. People often say to me, you seem to have found a good balance! This kind of comment always makes me happy and I feel flattered. But it hasn’t happened through an accident!

Being ‘balanced’ also means I approach new ideas that claim to be revolutionary, new and of course, correct with some caution, even when they seem to make sense. A balanced approach means trust and caution all in one. The quotes above are from a book I have just finished reading. The basic premise is that we can get everything we want in life simply by making sure we choose thoughts that make us feel good. As simple as that. We don’t need to thrive, to do, to labour endlessly, we just need to make sure we feel good and the universe will deliver our desires on a gold plate. Without any effort.

This idea is in stark contrast to popular belief that states hard work will bring rewards, and also in contrast to the previous book I had just finished reading, The Daily Stoic. This book consisted of a collection of quotes from the ancient greek stoic philosophers, like Epictetus, who cautioned against wishing for our desires to come true. Instead, Epictetus said “Don’t seek for everything to happen as you wish it would, but rather wish that everything happens as it actually will- then your life will flow well.” In other words, don’t give in to your desires, but give up on your desires. Easier said than done! I wonder how Epictetus accomplished this, if at all!

Pencil Pine Silhouette. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

But let’s return to the premise of the Book of Life. Think positive thoughts and your life will flow well. There is a ring of truth to this.
I mean why is it that some people get their wish in life and others don’t? Surely we must be in control of our own destiny, at least to some point? If we think bad thoughts all the time, that will make us sick. If we think good thoughts all the time, we are likely to be healthy and live well. That premise I can accept.

But to say we can always choose positive thoughts, regardless of what life has to throw at us… I find that concept a bit far fetched. Sometimes, I can’t help but have a negative mood settle over me. When I think about the inevitable need of environmental vandalism I must undertake in order to simply earn a living (by driving a combustion vehicle for example), or think about the people who are suffering around the world due to the idiotic egotism of old powerful men who haven’t learnt how to control their childish impulses… Surely, reality affects our thoughts, should affect our thoughts!?

The three headed monster. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

On the other hand, I accept that we choose our response to situations that arise in life. And I know that if in the past I had chosen to react to certain situations differently, my life would probably look a bit different to how it looks now. I accept that some days I will feel regret, or sorrow or be in a dark mood. Other days I am joyful and grateful for everything I have gotten to experience and to have ended up exactly where I am now.

As I said earlier, to me, life is all about balance. I don’t wish to be happy all the time. How boring and one dimensional would that be? I think it is much better to experience the whole range of human emotions that we are capable of. I firmly belief that the deeper the suffering we have experienced, the deeper our capability for joy becomes. (This is why I love putting myself through a solid ordeal through outdoor adventure from time to time!)

Weathered Pencil Pines. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

There is no reason to dwell on the things that make us feel bad. No need to replay scenarios that have hurt us in the past, over and over. That simply makes us re-experience those events. It is possible to get stuck in a loop, to get stuck in a reality we have made up in our own head. It is possible to close ourselves off to the wonderful possibility that the universe would like to offer us, if only we were receptive to it. So let’s keep that in mind too! Each moment is an endless possibility, if only we believe that to be true.

-A.S. 27/52026, Brushy Creek.

Moments of Idleness

“A life confined to what is personal is likely, sooner or later, to become unbearably painful, it is only by windows into a larger and less fretful cosmos that the more tragic parts of life become endurable.”

“It is from large perceptions combined with impersonal emotion that wisdom most readily springs.”


-Bertrand Russell, In praise of Idleness

Pademelon on stage, Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

Boulder garden, young king billy detail. Double exposure. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

Spiral Stairs. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

-A.S. 23/5/2026

The Fool of Reveries

Nostalgia is the practice of taking comfort in something that happened in the past, which is no longer accessible to us. Nostalgia happens when we reminisce about something that has happened, usually a pleasant experience that we can no longer access. In a way, nostalgia is lamentation of what we no longer have.

The Fool of Reveries (left). Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

To enter a reverie is to relive the past with a certain fondness that brings back those pleasant memories. At the same time, these memories create longing, which can no longer be satisfied. The implication of nostalgia is that the past was in some way better than the current moment, and a lament is therefore required. Nostalgia implies a belief that we have lost something of value that can not be brought back.

The Fool of Reveries (right). Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

Nostalgia may be comforting but it is also a little foolish. It fails to acknowledge the possibility of the present moment. We can’t go back to the past, and even if we did, it wouldn’t be the same experience for us as it was back then. To think the past held something for us the present doesn’t may be true, but then it is also true that the present may hold something for us that the past didn’t. These two ideas go hand in hand, and if we acknowledge one, then we also need to acknowledge the other. And therein lies our path forward, out of The Fool’s Reverie.

The Fool of Reveries. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 800, Apr 2026.

-A.S. Brushy Creek, 15/5/2026

The old tanglefoot

There is a tree in lutruwita that doesn’t mind the cold.

Decidious beech, Nothofagus gunnii. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, Apr 2026.

Some might insist that it is a cursed bush that goes by the name of tanglefoot. Others might declare it by its latin name: nothofagus gunnii. The common name for this tree is deciduous beech, or simply: fagus. The palawa name is tuyali.

The thing about tuyali is that each year, it turns. It drops its leaves for the winter. This is the tree’s adaptation to cold. But before this happens, the leaves turn magical colours as the leaves all slowly die and fall off the tree. From bright green to light yellow, to deep orange, then eventually brown. The leaves put on a theatrical display, then fall off the tree and accumulate in deep layers around the fagus groves.

Fagus, or tanglefoot. It started turning a little later this year. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, Apr 2026.

This tree doesn’t just grow in exposed areas, but also in rainforest. In the valley where it is sheltered, the tree may grow quite tall, but the myrtles and king billies still tower over them. So in the dim light of a rainforest understorey, the leaves have to grow bigger and flatter to obtain enough sunlight to grow and thrive. These leaves can be at least three times larger than the leaves that grow on trees that are in more exposed areas. In the rainforest, the leaves can be completely flat, with barely any grooves in them.

Rainforest light scene, pandanni protagonist. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, April 2026.

At higher altitudes and exposed to the wind, tiyuratina, the leaves get smaller and more crinkled, down as small as as person’s pinky nail. In exposed areas like mountain cols, and on tops of boulders, the tree may only come up to a person’s knees, and grow sideways for some distance, always away from the west and south-west, away from the prevailing winds of lutruwita. Up there where the tree is exposed to snow, ice, and a bitter wind, its leaves have shriveled up, and also have deeper groves in them. This must be to protect the leaf from getting damaged when it becomes frozen.

Bonzai beech. Hasselblad 500CM, Portra 400, Apr 2026.

Even at knee height though, fagus is best appreciated from a safe distance. It is most advisable not to walk through a thicket of fagus. There is a reason its old name is tanglefoot.

-A.S. 9/5/2026

Integral Imperative

“We don’t know what it is like to be any creature other than ourselves- the bird, the dog, the person we love. The great triumph is to let the fantasy of understanding go and love anyway.” - Maria Popova

Navarre Plains Pano 3. Hasselblad 500CM, Cinestill XX, Feb 2026.

Navarre Plains Pano 2. Hasselblad 500CM, Cinestill XX, Feb 2026.

Navarre Plains Pano 1. Hasselblad 500CM, Cinestill XX, Feb 2026.

Navarre Plains Pano. Hasselblad 500CM, Cinestill XX, Feb 2026.

A.S.-2/5/2026, Brushy Creek, Lenah Valley

Paradoxical Existence

“In order to do
what we want to do,
we have to do,
what we don’t want to do.”


-A.S. Apr 2026

Leeawuleena/Lake St Clair, Pentax MX, Kodak Gold 200, Feb 2025.

“Do I contradict myself?

Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)”

-Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Lake St Clair/Leeawuleena, Pentax MX, Kodak Gold 200, Feb 2026.

“All truths wait in all things,
They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it.”

-Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Sun setting behind Mt Olympus. Pentax MX, Kodak Gold 200, Feb 2026.

-A.S. 25/4/2026, Brushy Creek.

Snowgums in the fading light...

“Don’t do what you can’t undo, until you’ve considered what you can’t do once you’ve done it.”

- King Shrewd, Assassin’s Apprentice, Farseer Trilogy #1 by Robin Hobb.

Fading light among snow peppermints. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, Feb 2026.

“There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday, and the other is called tomorrow.”
-His Holiness, The Dalai Lama

Setting sun. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, Feb 2026.

“I welcome everyone as a friend. In truth, we all share the same basic goals, we seek happiness and do not want suffering.”
-His Holiness, The Dalai Lama.

Snow peppermints silhouetted against sunset. Pentax MX, Kodak Image Pro 100, Feb 2026.

-A.S. 18/04/2026, Brushy Creek.

Whispers of the Pines

“One day,
I’d like to find
a deep, dark pond,
and drop my phone into it.”
-A.S. 21.6.2024

Alpine Tarn, Snow Peppermints and Pencil Pines. Pentax MX, Kodak Gold 200, Feb 2026.

“The moment you are ready
to give up
Is the moment of a
great opportunity.”

-A.S. 14.12.25

Pandani in Pencil Pine Grove. Pentax MX, Kodak Gold 200, Feb 2026.

“The bird flitted
The rat scuttled
The tree shook
The leaves rustled.”


-A.S. 14.12.25

Alpine Tarn and Pencil Pines. Pentax MX, Kodak Gold 200, Feb 2026.

“Happy comes and goes, Tats. Loving someone isn’t that crazy infatuation that you feel at first. That passes. Well, not passes, but it calms down, and then sometimes, when you least expect it, you get a glimpse of the person and it all comes back again, in a big rush. But even that’s not what you’re looking for. What you’re looking for is the feeling that no matter what, being with that person is always going to be better than being without that person. Good times or bad. That having that person around makes whatever you’re going through better, or at least more tolerable.”

-Carson, City of Dragons (Robin Hobb)

Flowering Scoparia, Pencil Pine Bark Detail. Pentax MX, Kodak Gold 200, Feb 2026.

The Healing Power of Water

“Don’t seek for everything to happen as you wish it would, but rather wish that everything happens as it actually will - then your life will flow well.”
-Epictetus

Gentle ripples on Leeawuleena. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Feb 2026.

Two days after the return from our South-West ‘raftwalking’ trip, I was doing my daily yoga routine in the morning when something unexpected happened. I did the usual forward bend, and then the backward bend. When I came out of the backward bend, (note, the Camel Pose), I could tell something was wrong. My lower back hurt like hell and the best thing I could do was crawl into bed and lie on my side. When I went to stand up a few minutes later, agony. Couldn’t stand up straight. From one moment to the next, I was completely debilitated.

Apparently, this is a common story. It is usually by doing a routine movement that a disc will bulge or slip in the spine. In my case, years of abuse has led up to it. It turns out that discs, the softer bits of padding between the vertebrae have memory! Carrying heavy backpacks for years has compressed my L5/S1 disc to about half the thickness of the others. As my osteopath, Richard said: it was the last straw that broke the camel’s back! Yes, well in my case it was the camel that broke the Andy’s back! As the MRI later revealed later, that bottom disc, a crucial load bearing part in my spinal column was protruding. Thankfully, the disc did not impinge on any nerves, which can be the more problematic type of disc injury. Apparently heaps of people are walking around with bulging discs (a protruding disc is a more severe form of this) and never even realise!

Mt Ida. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Feb 2026.

Part of me enjoyed the two weeks of enforced rest. I was meant to be back at work but my body clearly said no. I had to stay at home and stay in bed. I spent two weeks on hardcore painkillers and relaxants, then transitioned to some natural tinctures and ointments once I was off the opioids. Many thanks to Bec and Marcella, naturopaths at Goulds for getting me on the chamomile sleep syrup so I could sleep, (I actually got to enjoy the taste after about a week of nearly gagging on it every time!) and for the comfrey and kunzea cream as a topical ointment for the pain during the day. Also, the curcumin tablets to bring down the inflammation and magnesium powder to relax the muscles overnight was a good combo.

Slowly but surely, and with the use of a lower back brace I was able to return to my day jobs and slowly start going about my life again. Regular visits to the osteo and physio, actually doing the homework they gave me, and a month later I was able to ride a bike, six weeks later I was paddling, and now, four months after the injury I am able to climb outdoors and have just returned from a 5 day guiding trip carrying a 15+kg pack. My back seems to have come good. For now.

I suppose if I am sensible and avoid any further 7 day portages with 30+kg packs, in particular up Gorilla Ridge, there is a good chance it will stay good in the future too.

(Whenever I see my friends, they tend to ask me, what’s your next adventure? My current answer is that I have just about recovered from the last one! I guess it is getting close to start plotting my next moves…)

Submerged rocks. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Feb 2026.

But it wasn’t just my back that had caught up with me after our return from the South- West. Oh no, this return wasn’t done with me yet!

Over the two months after my return, my relationship with my girlfriend went through a slow meltdown as well. I was told repeatedly that my behaviour wasn’t respectful, kind or understanding. I was forced to recognise that I have some behavioral patterns when it comes to my personal relationships that can only be seen as destructive.

My lower back injury followed by our break-up made it feel like the year of reckoning has arrived! My life really felt like it was falling apart, and I questioned whether I was really as good a person as I always believed myself to be.

Any break up comes with internal reflection, questioning and a realisation that we have work to do in understanding ourself. (Either that or it comes with denial and finger pointing). In my case I have been finding solace in a stoic book of philosophy that I got from my good friend Vito for my birthday last year. The basic premise of the stoic thought is that there is no use getting upset over things we cannot control. And the only thing we can control is our own reaction to situations. We choose our response. Everything else is out of our control. This is empowering because it means I can choose my response. I can be a kind person. I can be an understanding person. I can be a caring person. I can be accepting and wise. And I will be that in the future.

Reflections in alpine tarn. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Feb 2026.

The most useful technique for healing my shattered self was to sit by the creek for a while. In our mad, mad world, this would be my recommendation to anyone suffering from anxiety or simply feeling overwhelmed. Go and sit by a creek and be silent for a while. Watch the moving water and pay attention to your breathing. Breathe through your nose, into your belly. Nice deep breaths. Do that for a couple of hours. Try and quiet your mind and not think about anything at all. See what happens. The results are remarkable.  You will gain mental peace, tranquillity and an acceptance of the cards dealt to you by fate and fortune. I recommended this technique to a friend recently. I was stoked to hear when she happily reported back to me that it really helped with her anxiety. And if you are thinking to yourself, sounds great Andy, but I am too busy to sit by the creek for a couple of hours, then I would argue that is all the more reason to stop rushing about and just go and sit by the creek instead. There is always time for the things we deem important.

Cloud reflections. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Feb 2026.

The idea that ‘change is possible’ was recently reinforced by a hypnotherapist that I had treatment from. The hypnotherapy part really wasn’t what I was expecting. I simply lay on my back and listened to the therapist tell me a narrative. She told me a simple story with five chapters.

1.      You are walking down the street and you fall into a hole. You spend hours frantically trying to get out. Eventually, you succeed and escape the hole.

2.      You are walking down the street and you fall into the hole again. This time, you remember how to get out and manage to escape a lot quicker.

3.      You are walking on the street and yet again, you fall into the hole. This time, you climb out straight away.

4.      You are walking down the street, but you see the hole this time and walk around it.

5.      You choose a different street to walk down. This time, there is no hole in it.

 

Australia’s deepest lake. Which I am sure was a big old hole in the ground before it filled up with water!
Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Feb 2026.

I guess life is just like that. We are bound to make mistakes, but we do learn. Sometimes slowly, and sometimes we do have to make the same mistakes again. But eventually we learn and we go on and continue. And perhaps one day we become wise and manage not to fall into the same hole again. Perhaps one day we may even figure out how to look after each other and our blue planet.

Our only planet.

-A.S. Brushy Creek, 4/4/2026

Raftwalking in the South-West XV: The Victory Paddle down the Cracroft-Huon

“No person has the power to have everything they want, but it is in their power not to want what they don’t have, and to cheerfully put to good use what they do have.” -Seneca, Moral Letters, 123.3

Gabe recharging his solar batteries on the final leg of the walk to the Cracroft. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Nov 2025.

Day 18.

Our torturous seven day portage was over: we had made it to the Cracroft River! Given the amount of rain that had fallen, we had abandoned our aspirations of paddling through Cracroft Gorge, and given the river had risen a foot overnight, our decision was justified. The Cracroft at our camp was about 30 metres wide and flowing fast. We were all very eager to put on the river and to not wear our walking boots for a change!

Looking down at Cracroft Crossing. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Nov 2025.

We put on at 8am and covered the seven kilometres of distance to the Huon in about 45 minutes. We were on a vast conveyor belt and the forest on the sides of the river were flitting us by. We encountered grade 2 rapids, and plenty of logs in the river, but none of them were river wide and they were all reasonably easy to avoid. We read and run all rapids and all three of us managed to stay in our boats the entire way.

The mighty Cracroft River rose about a foot overnight. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Nov 2025.

The Huon had some great wave trains and due to the high water most of the islands had turned to strainers. The RH bend before Harrisons opening had a bit of a constriction and was quite exciting for some moments, especially since there was a rather large tree in the middle of that rapid which was crucial to avoid at all costs. Later we saw a rather large floating log in the middle of the river, gently bobbing along in the flow. Eventually the log got pushed into an eddy but the sheer size of it was something to behold!

There were some adventurous green beetles that hitched a ride on my dry suit as we paddled down the Huon; at one point, one of them climbed on top of the other. These bugs were really living life on the edge, mating while being splashed by white water from the waves, at any moment facing certain death if their grip on my dry suit was to slip.

We stopped for lunch on the river and pulled ashore in one of the eddies. The graceful swallows put on a great show for us snatching insects out of the air above the water. It was satisfying eating our last dehydrated lunch, knowing we were only a couple of hours away from the cafeteria at the Tahune.

The great conveyor belt of the Huon River at moderately high flow. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Nov 2025.

Where Mount Riveaux’s dominant ridge meets the river, that’s where the most significant rapid on the Huon River is (below Huon Gorge). Gabe went down first and pointed river right. Grant and I had pulled into the eddy on river left so we had to paddle hard to ferry glide across the main flow and clear a rather large hole that Gabe was trying to get us to avoid. I made it around the hole, if only barely. Grant on the other hand managed to end up on the line Gabe wanted us to avoid and ran straight into the hole backwards. To his credit, Grant managed to stay in his raft. It was an amusing moment, even more so because we knew the Riveaux Rapid was the last rapid of significance. We were past our last real hurdle!

We arrived to Tahune just a bit after midday. We had covered more than 30kms in four hours! The rain arrived while we were packing up. We retreated to the cafe and placed an order for the food that we had dreamt about in the preceding days.

We had made it, without any real incidents, although not without difficulties. From Scotts Peak along the Port Davey to the Crossing River, down to Port Davey, across Bathurst Harbour, up the Old River, over the Eastern Arthurs and out via the Cracroft and the Huon rivers. Perhaps Grant was right and it was an elegant trip after all. Despite everything the South-West could throw at us, we managed to pull through.

But the trip is not over when you get home. When you get home the final phase of any big trip begins: the return! And for me, the return from this trip was a tough one.

Morning light on the Huon. Pentax MX, Cinstill 800, Nov 2025.

-A.S. 27/3/2026, Brushy Creek.