A few months ago now I began a personal project with my wife to live a little more sustainably and try to do our small part in maintaining a better environment and healthy lifestyle. With a love of freshly grown organic produce our decision was made, to grow our own! We were not out to live completely off of our garden, but more so to take advantage of our subtropical climate, large backyard and attempt to reduce our weekly green buying.

The past couple of months we have been busily constructing our raised garden beds, prepping soil and utilising various composting methods (of course along the way giving the gardening reference section at our local library a hiding as we’re no experts at this).

Somewhere along the way I decided to create ‘The Veggie Patch Diaries’, a subsection of my website devoted to the documentation of our garden’s trials and tribulations. As I write this we have just began thinning out our newly sprouted radish seedlings which have made it to tonight’s dinner table!

Stay tuned for more on ‘The Veggie Patch Diaries’… coming soon!

Canon 5D MkII, 24-70mm L, 1/400 @ f/4.5, ISO 100

Polaroid 600SE, 150mm Mamiya, 1/250 @ f/5.6, Fuji FP-100C

Portrait of Céline at week 17 of her pregnancy on both digital and film cameras.

Danny, Rocky, Tait & Lotti early morning surf check, Northern NSW.

A Sunday funday with my nephew Sammy & Benny down at the local skatepark. So stoked to see the little guy trying to be just like his dad… sessioning skateparks is in his genes!

Nestled between modern high rise apartments and businesses of the CBD, hidden behind the facades of some of the last original remaining remnants of a bygone Brisbane, would you believe lies a private service station complete with old rusty jerry cans and a fully funtional fuel bowser. I imagine Rock’N'Roll George pulling in for an oil change and top up before cruising the streets of Brisbane in his ’52 FX Holden back in the day.

Each side of the retro fuel pump is leased by two separate car rental companies and is used daily for convenient, mind you ‘premium priced’ refuelling of its inner city fleets.

I originally visited the site over ten years ago then with my trusty old film slr, though since have never returned thinking it would have most definitely met its demise like so much of the other CBD’s early heritage structures. Recently strolling casually past the roller door with my camera, I was able to slip on in to capture a few frames with the kind aid of an employee with a key.

Here’s to the inner city servo and lets hope it stands to see another 10 years!