My name is Bret Salinger. I’ve been a full-time, self-employed photographer and writer since 2008, and for four years before that I took photos and wrote stories for Launceston’s Examiner newspaper and as a freelancer. I have also worked in the education, community and hospitality sectors.

I am based in Melbourne’s northern suburbs and I offer a range of photography services including wedding photography, commercial photography, and fine art photography that you can see on my photography website. I am an Australian Institute of Professional Photography (AIPP) Accredited Professional Photographer.

This bretsalinger.com.au website primarily focuses on my communications services. It features my commercial work as a provider of photography, videography and communications services mainly to the not-for-profit and education sectors. These services include writing, photography, video production and editing, social media, communications strategies, campaign preparation strategies and reporting, graphic design and marketing collateral production. The site also features my creative fiction and non-fiction writing – including an extract from my 2016 book Courting Victory – and art photographic projects.

Visit my Twitter page to access the random thoughts that pop into my head.
Visit my LinkedIn page to be all serious and grown up about social media.

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Sitting here in the bar now, Jesus realised that it was more than four hours ago since the idea of having one lonely drink had crossed his mind. He was now such a part of the place he couldn’t leave, even if he wanted to.

Jesus didn’t know what he wanted. It was a plain and beautiful truth that he marvelled at it: the power of not knowing, of needing to know and not understanding. He really wanted to pee.

> From A Place in the Country


I was visiting the Wimmera, an area just declared drought affected. So of course it rained.

I’d come to have a look at a town in crisis. A region on the edge, battered by drought and devastated by economic hardship. Locals doing anything to get by as they wait for rain to bring the savage drought to an end.

But to my untrained eye, the fields around Charlton look green and fertile, like massive billiard tables for the gods. And it rained when I went there. I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure rain and droughts don’t go together. That’s my drought story. Everybody’s got a drought story.

> From Waiting for the Rain


Old Mick didn’t believe in flowers – “they just die” –
no, Mick gave trees… and shrubs… and bushes… and
saplings – both deciduous and evergreens.
And so my Auntie June planted a garden,
which grew into a forest of lost dreams.

> From Auntie June’s forest of lost dreams