16/07/2026
The photos that changed me.
Now, I’m not your typical photographer. I don’t blend into the background, I immerse myself into what I’m doing. Last night I wrote a post that was a bit of a sales pitch.
But today I wanted to share something with you that’s a bit different.
At The Elements Retreat, I’ve photographed dozens of Arrow breaks. It’s an incredible experience to photograph and witness. To see people confront their fear, show their vulnerability and then to step forward and break through. Over the years I have seen some amazing people have the most transformative experiences and to capture those moments has been an absolute privilege.
But this year, something happened to me that I initially considered a failure in me. The photos themselves are brilliant, the failure wasn’t a blurred photo or a wrong focus. It was a personal failure. When this arrow break happened I cried, I don’t just mean a watery eye. This was an absolute full blown cry, I was snapping away with a face filled with tears. The energy that was released was so strong, I had a complete visceral reaction inside my core.
And it didn’t go away instantly. It stayed with me and it stopped me. It stopped me from doing what I was supposed to be doing, it stopped me from taking any more photos for quite a while and I felt terrible, I felt I was letting people down.
But I wasn’t.
Rather than a failure it was a defining moment for me in my authentic self, my whole self, my physical and spiritual self. That moment, that burst of energy, that removed the mask of photographer, observer, witness and brought the whole of me into that place. As defining moments go this was a huge one. As for the photographs? Well here they are.