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This Is Northern New South Wales

On any given Saturday

On any given Saturday there is always a story to be told through a lens. This morning was no different, magical moments in time captured forever. A giant Sea Eagle with his breakfast held tightly in his talons. My Dad and George Greenough discussing the sand banks before George’s morning ritual of  riding his surfmat off the cape. My niece Marley doing a nudie run from the water to the warmth of Nanna holding her towel. And then the rain came.