Passion is what keeps us happy

We slept in tents and in the back of the car, nothing fancy. We drove a very long way for a weekend of noise and dust, and shot it on whatever gear we could afford at the time. None of it expensive. All of it real.

What I remember is not really the pictures. It is the people. The ones we travelled with, the ones we met in a paddock at six in the morning, the ones who handed over a lens when ours gave up and never made a thing of it. Simple living, and better for it.

We all had our time. I hope everyone who was part of it looks back on it the way I do, with a great big smile on.

For my own career it has meant everything that came after. I still make photos and films every day. It is my job now, and most of it is for other people, which is a good life and I am not complaining. But I miss shooting for no reason at all except that I wanted to.

Passion is what keeps us happy. That is the whole thing, really.

Thank you, everyone. It was fun. This may never be read, but those who know, knows.