The master blog 8427

I started in sports the way a lot of photographers do in Melbourne, with a bag that felt too heavy for the first half hour and a lens that was always either too short or too long. Back then I chased whatever looked impressive on the back screen: dramatic skies, big hits, perfect timing. The pictures were good, but they all felt like they belonged to the same anonymous crowd. Then something clicked after a game at Albert Park, where the light dropped faster than I expected a