I thought I was chasing sunsets — turns out, I was collecting moments of who I was becoming.

My favourite sunset — the one she caught with me.

Wreck Point, 2018.

She wasn’t just a car — she was freedom.

A three-year-old diesel Suzuki Vitara with a roof hatch I could slide open to let the world in. I’d drive with the wind in my hair, Nikon beside me, and a heart that always found peace in motion.

She was one of only two of her kind in the Rockhampton–Yeppoon area — rare, strong, and quietly steady. The dealer told me that once, and I smiled, because somehow I already knew. She had her own spirit — built for long roads and calm horizons.

She carried me to lookouts, to long roads, to quiet places where my thoughts could breathe. Through sunsets, fog, and the soft hum of playlists I don’t even remember now — she was my companion in every sense.

My favourite photos were always the ones at sunset — her silhouette against the fading light. There was peace in those moments, the road behind us glowing gold, as if the world itself was saying thank you for the day.

Until the day someone’s carelessness took her away.

But even then, I like to think she did what she always did — took the hit so I didn’t have to bear it alone.

Now when I drive past Wreck Point, I still see her there — steady, waiting, hatch open to the sky.

Some journeys end sooner than they should,

but the road still remembers those who carried our hearts.

Every photo holds a piece of where I’ve been,

and a whisper of what still lives in me.

— DJFotoPerfect