What began as a traffic jam on the New Jersey Turnpike, butterfly-effected into a 2 day ordeal of missed flights and lost luggage until I finally made it back to Australia to spend Christmas with my parents. My camera was in my lost luggage, which didn't make it back to me until the final days of the trip. So my 3 days on Moreton Island, with my parents, were the only shots I had taken before my battery also died on me during my further travels up the Sunshine Coast. *sigh*
Anyway Moreton Island, a sand island off the coast of Brisbane, was visible on the horizon from where my parents now live. They had yet to explore the island and I had yet to experience the rollercoaster ride of 4x4 driving on Australias beautiful barrier islands. Low tire pressures, keeping an eye on the tide levels and spirited driving across vast open beaches was a postcard perfect experience. We camped behind some dunes sharing a couple bottles of Shiraz, I'd brought up from Melbourne, and we'd fall asleep super early, around 8pm each night.
Living on the other side of the world means I see my parents on average once every 2 years. I miss them every day, and I'm ever so thankful that the only rolls of film that I took back from Australia were these photos of times with them.
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