Landscapes speak

Back in Sydney, and it still does the same thing to me. The harbour catches the light like it knows you're watching. Some cities grow familiar and shrink. This one just keeps getting bigger the more you know it.

Up before the city, drifting over Canberra in a hot air balloon at sunrise. The Brindabellas glowed pink. Lake Burley Griffin caught the first light. From up there, everything felt impossibly still like the world hadn't decided to be loud yet.

A small island group off the coast of Iloilo that most tourists skip. Turquoise shallows, rusting fishing boats, and empty sandbars at low tide.