A weekend away at Karijini National Park saw Mother Emu fiercely guarding her chicks from nearby humans, while the kangaroos quickly fled the scene.

My childhood was filled with sightseeing adventures while living and playing along the Perth foreshore, especially around Matilda Bay and the beautiful grounds of the University of Western Australia.

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

Australian Red Kangaroo or Big Red as we referred to them.

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. Sticks and Stones We had been out Gold Prospecting in a river bed and up and down hills and valleys. It was after a cyclone and the river beds had another film of earth that had been washed down from up stream by the torrential rain. I hadn't found any gold but my husband had found a nice little patch. Me! I was always too busy finding things to paint just like the Sticks and Stones above with part of a dead tree to enhance the pain

Life in a caravan park. Yep that's me on the right, 30 years old, skinny and full of life.

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. Shaw River Hillside Station Prospecting for gold on Hillside Station was an adventurous pursuit. The nights out in the desert in our swags when the temperatures would sometimes be around minus 3deg. Rising predawn, to explore the terrain with metal detectors in search of gold adds a sense of anticipation. The quiet moments before the heat, having breakfast, filling water bottles, making sure we have everything we need for the day. Usin

No.47.   in my series of short stories Brand Highway, Greenough For one season I worked at the Kailis Fisheries, in Port Denison on the Western Australian coast and this painting was done of an old house ruin and it was somewhere around the Greenough flats. I painted it 57 years ago when I was 17 and it was painted in acrylic. We would often explore the old ruins in any town we went through as I always would draw and paint old buildings. My goodness after writing all thes

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. ...