I watched shearing today. Not at the Royal Easter Show – real shearing. In a shearing shed. In the country. Six sweaty blokes doing bloke work. I’ve never seen shearers at work before, and there …
If you don’t already know – I’m a photographer. Most people think that means I take photos for a living, but that’s not true. I take photos because I love it. To make a living …
We’re back on the farm. Last week when Doc rang the farm manager about coming down, he said they were feeding sheep – they were in drought. I was gobsmacked (I love that word). I …
I’ve been having discussions about what “wilderness” means. For me the word conjures up images of trees, trees and more trees, but so many “wild” places aren’t like that at all. Wikepedia defines it as: …
On the Darling River in Wilcannia we saw a flock of red-tailed black cockatoos. These are magnificent birds, and quite rare. It was a fabulous sight. If you look in this photo you can see …
It’s not just where you’re going that’s amazing about travel, but also the effect that has on how you see where you’re from. It seems that even astronauts get the same thrill out of travel …
