Hello. My name is Nicola. My middle initial is J, which stands for Joan: Joan of Arc, Pope Joan and, most importantly, my Aunty Joan. I spend my time outdoors in mountains, oceans & rivers; climbing, snowboarding & skiing; kayaking, diving & running; tending my bees, quails & vegetables… I believe in kindness, working hard, playing harder and dreaming enormous dreams. I don’t believe in deities, nationalities, or letting people starve. I live in Melbourne, Australia but I’ve lived in a a bunch of other places too. I am also a biologist.
Sixteen Sweet Days 1: A hot Sunday in August on the balcony of the Tate Modern watching the Thames float on by; 2: Climbing boulders in Squamish with great friends; 3: People-watching from the top tier of the Solomon R. Guggenheim in NYC; 4: Tea, fruitcake and confidential chatter by the fire on a rainy day at the Briton Arms, Elm Hill, Norwich; 5: Gin & tonic on the terrace of the Old Winter Palace in Luxor, overlooking the Nile; 6: Coconut milk right from the nut in Savannah Park, Trinidad with all my cousins teasing me that I will swallow a cockroach; 7: Floating down a steep sided gorge in the virgin jungles of Vanuatu; 8: Climbing glaciers in British Columbia; 9: Shaking hands with Giant Pacific Octopus 18m under the ocean; 10: Being surrounded by a school of small, inquisitive sharks; 11: Swimming in Lake Skaha after rock climbing all day; 12: Sushi at the Tokyo fish market; 13: Stalactites and blind fish in underwater caves in Mexico; 14: Camping in the desert for a week and then arriving in Las Vegas; 15: Entering a giant ship-wreck at night to see schools of flashlight fish; 16: Camping really, really high and seeing nothing except mountains as the light fades.
Photographs, were, with a few exceptions, taken by me or by my partner, Ross. Please don’t take them without permission. I don’t bite, if you want one, flick me an email.