I rented a small place on a hill not so long ago. I vividly remember walking in to view it, and instantly recognising it as ‘my’ place. I didn’t check in on any of those practical things, so taken was I by the light, the trees and the clear view of Mount Painter. When I knew I would be leaving, I began to document the space and the surrounding bushland that I had become so intimate with. Making small studies of light, and capturing quiet moments at home, and not far from home. Even as it emptied of belongings, my place remained filled with the most beautiful light. These small records are a reminder of what will always be, my place.