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".
Tanner Bates - a native american from the reserves of Illinois.
For the past 5 years I've been living in the somewhat notorious suburb of Footscray in Melbourne's inner west.
I love the suburb for so many reasons, but most of all - I love it for the eclectic mixture of people you meet on a daily basis in the street.
It was decided on a whim to leave the comfort of the studio one afternoon and head out into central Footscray armed with a portable light, a black polyboard and a camera.
These are just a few of the locals we encountered over the few hours we spent there, but much to my amazement I realised the camera forced me to interact with people that I would ordinarily have dismissed.
Each and every one of the people we photographed had an interesting story surrounding them - and they were simply intrigued by what we were doing.
It's only too easy to dismiss people whilst on the street, but we are all just human after all.
We met Steve loitering outside Hell Studios one Sunday afternoon whilst taking a break from building a set for a commercial we were shooting that week.
In the few minutes we shared with him we learnt that he was previously be a lecturer in Pure Mathematics at Melbourne University - before "unexpected things" happened in his personal life.
Although he didn't go into the details of what had happened, it was clear this event had thrown him into a downwards spiral that he had struggled to regain control from.
I knew from the moment I had met Steve I needed to photograph him, but to be honest- I was too afraid to ask.
Wishing Steve good day we returned back into the studio to continue building - and I immediately regretted not asking him. Rushing back outside I hit Steve up and he reluctantly agreed to be photographed if we were quick.
With only a couple of minutes up my sleeve I shot a few closeup portraits of Steve before he spotted the axe on the side of the set we were building.
"Do you want to hold the axe Steve" I asked, knowing deep inside me this could be terrible idea. His eyes lit up as he picked it up - and the feeling of dread increased in my stomach. Shooting ten frames before quickly regaining control of the axe and we were done.
Hand on heart, this is genuinely the only time I've ever been scared whilst photographing someone.
Thanks for not murdering me Steve, it's very much appreciated!