Flight Risk Sailing

Perfect, Silent, Symmetry."

There is a specific kind of magic that happens when the Dragons take to the water.

These boats don’t just sail; they converse with the elements. In this frame, four white spinnakers bloom like winter lilies against the slate-grey Tasmanian sky.

It’s a moment of high-stakes grace—the tension of the race masked by the effortless curve of nylon and the steady slice of hulls through cold southern water.

Through the Lens and Over the Gunwale
As both a sailor and a photographer, my perspective is split between two worlds:

• The Competitor: I feel the vibration of the rigging and the tactical chess match of maintaining clear air in a tight reach.

• The Artist: I see the rhythm of the repetition—the way the AUS sail numbers march across the horizon, creating a visual cadence that feels almost orchestral.

The Derwent is a notoriously demanding mistress.

She tests your technical skill with every unpredictable gust and rewards your persistence with light that you simply won't find anywhere else on earth.

To capture this moment required more than just a fast shutter speed; it required an understanding of the boat’s soul and the river’s temper.

"In sailing, as in photography, timing is everything. You wait for the gust, you wait for the light, and for one fleeting second, the chaos of the race aligns into perfect, silent symmetry."

Sailing is my discipline; photography is my testimony.

I’m honored to be out here amongst some of the finest sailors in the world, documenting the grit and the grandeur of not only the Prince Philip Cup,
But Sailing here in Tasmania in general.

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This is where I feel most alive — right here, on the water, in the middle of the madness and magic of racing.

Just seconds from the mark. Boats stacked tight. Sails loaded. The quiet tension before the bear away, then the call comes and it’s all on — spinnaker ready, hands moving fast, hearts beating harder, full throttle into the downwind. If you sail, you don’t just see this moment… you feel it.

During the Dragon’s Prince Philip Cup, while these crews are digging deep and racing flat out, I’m right there with them. Not watching from shore. Not guessing what it feels like. I’m a sailor too — I know the pressure in this moment, the trust between crew, the fine line between nailing it and blowing it. That’s what shapes the way I shoot. I’m not chasing pretty pictures, I’m chasing truth.

I get to freeze those fleeting, beautiful seconds in time — the spray flying, the boats heeled, the commitment written across every movement — so you can relive your race long after the sails come down and the stories start flowing at the bar. These are the moments you barely remember because you’re so focused on racing… until you see them again.

This is why I do what I do.
For the sailors. For the battles at the marks. For the moments that define a race.
Sailor at heart, photographer by passion — telling your story from inside the fleet, exactly as it felt.

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