My childhood sightseeing of living and playing in and around the Perth foreshore.

Memories of Marble Bar's Ironclad Hotel. The people and their stories.

A great day out lunching on the Yule river after a cyclone has brought seasonal rains to the area.

Me and My Red Dog on Roy Hill Station trying to get him onto the back tray of our Landcruiser.

No.64 in my series of short stories So there isn't a 1973 HQ Holden Kingswood in my painting but it did inspire this work. In the 1970's...

No.60 in my series of short stories. My experiences and observations of the Sturt's Desert Pea "Red Eye" variant, adds an interesting...

No.59.   in my series of short stories. We had been out Gold Prospecting in a river bed and up and down hills and valleys. It was after a...

No.58   in my series of short stories. Life in a caravan park. Yep that's me on the right, 30 years old, skinny and full of life, oh...

No.54.   in my series of short stories. Wittenoom a famous asbestos mining town now a genuinely dangerous ghost town. Rocks have always...

No.53.   in my series of short stories. I had a fascinating and meaningful artistic journey in and around the desert, capturing the...

No.52.   in my series of short stories. It was in 1978 when we once again would travel Australia's outback in our Red HQ 1973 Holden...

No.48.   in my series of short stories. Prospecting for gold on Hillside Station was an adventurous pursuit. The nights out in the desert...

No.47.   in my series of short stories For one season I worked at the Kailis Fisheries, in Port Denison on the Western Australian coast...

No.45.   in my series of short stories In the vast and rugged landscape of Western Australia, a charismatic and adventurous Kelpie mix...

No.43.   in my series of short stories Nothing like the original old Australian shearing shed on Nans farm @ Jennacubbine in Western...

No.40.   in my series of short stories. Continued: Here I am again still situated at Barradale Roadhouse which was approximately 300...

No.39.   in my series of short stories. It was around 1966 I was 17 and thrilled to get a job as a booking clerk in the lovely old...

No.38.   in my series of short stories. This weeks story is a little shorter as I have been extremely busy setting up my new project. ...

No.36.   in my series of short stories. The dog at Billabong Roadhouse No.737. Yes, I was a waitress come cook, gardener, and cleaner at...

No.35.   in my series of short stories. FOR SALE. No.1723. $2000.00 Shut the flock up is one of three small works that I am presently...