This work documents my experience with a unique mountain in the Victorian Alps, Mt Buffalo. For millennia before early settlers first saw the mountain, Mt. Buffalo was an established meeting place for creating new tribal unions and feasting on the Bogong moth. In the mid-war years of the 20th century the mountain was a place for Melbourne’s elite to holiday, escape and try their hand at the new sport of skiing, and by the heyday of the 80’s this place had become a family holiday tradition. Today Mt. Buffalo is quiet, disused and somewhat forgotten, but the ritual of returning to this mountain is not lost. People, experience, and memory make this place significant, but the mountain is the heart; the essence connecting everything.
This series draws on my continuing interest in the role of photography in place, attachment and memory, and brings together a constellation of elements to tell a story about this mountain.