Woodford Folk Festival

Every year, right as the chaos of December hits its peak, I pack up, switch off, and make my annual pilgrimage to the Woodford Folk Festival. If you’ve been, you know — Woodford isn’t just an event. For one magical week, the hinterland becomes one of Australia’s largest temporary towns. It’s wild, warm, messy, moving, and genuinely one of my biggest acts of self-care.

I’ve been going since I was a teenager. I met my partner there. I even spent years on the media team, running around with my camera trying to bottle up the energy of the festival — the music, the workshops, the lantern parades, the quiet pockets of connection, and the colourful characters that only seem to exist in places like this.

I’ve built up a huge catalogue of photos and videos over the years, but I wanted to share just a handful of my favourites here — the little moments, the performances, the in-between snippets that capture what I love so much about this festival and its community.

This year, though, I’m going as just a patron. No cameras strapped to me, no schedule, no shot list. Just me, kicking back, living in the moment, and reminding myself that it’s okay — actually, essential — to not look at life through a lens for at least one week of the year. It’s a reset I’ve come to rely on, and it keeps me grounded in a job where your eyes are always scanning for the next story to capture.

So this is my little sign-off for 2025.
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a gentle slide into 2026.

Thank you — truly — to all my clients, friends, family, and everyone who has supported my little business this year. I appreciate you more than you know. I’ll be back in January with fresh energy, full batteries, and probably a little bit of festival dust still on me.