As I drove through the Yarra Valley one Sunday afternoon I spotted an old guy mowing one of his paddocks with his old Massey Ferguson tractor.
Every photographer experiences moments whilst driving and they spot something amazing - only to realise seconds later they don't have a camera with them.
Thankfully on this occasion, I actually did.
Feeling lucky I pulled the car over, hopped over the fence and walked across the paddock to introduce myself to the old guy, Jack.
I was immediately drawn to Jack, his wit was as sharp as a razor and he promptly told me that he was happy to be photographed, but he couldn't quite understand why I'd want a picture of such a "wrinkly old bugger" like himself.
Originating from Melbourne he worked as a packer in the port warehousing until he was made redundant and decided to move to the country away from the pollution of the city.
"I live off the grid now - and if it wasn't for my wife I'd disconnect the phone, but what can I say - she likes to talk".