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Oh, The Places We’ll Go

Manning Gorge

Manning Gorge, Gibb River Road

Just over 2 years ago my wife and I cracked open a bottle of wine and weighed up whether to stick around in Melbourne or pack our bags and move to Broome. We had a nice little apartment in Melbourne, steady work as a photographer and architect, and all the luxuries that come with living in one of the world’s most liveable cities. Life was good. Melbourne was a city of culture – the perfect place for my wife to get her Masters – and for me it was a city that introduced me to the world of commercial photography with all its joys and frustrations. In deciding whether to move to Broome or not we would ask ourselves the same question; In 40 or 50 years time are we more likely to look back and regret moving to Broome or regret having never taken the opportunity while we had it?

Jeff Bezos, the founder of Amazon, likes to talk about how our life decisions ultimately define who we are as individuals. And how, on our death bed, those decisions will tell us more about ourselves than any story we might attempt to tell others. Moving to Broome – and the Kimberley – was a risk that offered challenges, rewards and lots of unknowns. Perhaps it was the unknowns that attracted us the most. It is those same unknowns that have rewarded us and taught us the most in the past. Some thought we were brave, some foolish. Sitting here in the heart of the Kimberley, drinking warm beer after dark next to Manning Falls – with the water cascading and a fine mist in the air – we are happy with the risks we have taken and where it has led us. Yep, life is good.


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