Fire

About the photograph

At the edge of Tasmania’s Bay of Fires, a quiet moment unfolded as dawn began to stir the horizon. The sky erupted in layers of flame—orange, violet, and rose—all reflected in the still waters below. Lichen-covered granite boulders, ancient and grounded, absorbed the first touch of morning light. A lone tree stood silhouetted on the far shore, its roots gripping the rocky coastline, its branches reaching toward the ever-changing sky. This was a morning of opposites: warmth and cool, movement and stillness, earth and sky. Time felt suspended, and the world seemed to breathe with the tide. This image is not just about colour or location—it’s a memory of presence, a gentle reminder of the beauty that lies in waiting, watching, and letting nature lead.