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

No.73 in my series of short stories. The Local Grocer The Local Grocer. One of 3 in this series. I am describing this painting that holds deep personal significance to me, capturing memories of my childhood. I am trying to vividly capture a transformative period in Perth's history, shaped by the industrious efforts of multicultural migrant families. Their contribution is more than just agricultural it ads significantly to the cultural and economic fabric of the regions,

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 65. in my series of short stories The Indian Pacific train embarked on its inaugural trans continental journey on 23 February 1970 and...

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 62. in my series of short stories. Daintree Rain Forest Driving north to the Daintree River with only a ferry for vehicle crossing, added to the uniqueness of the property we had just purchased. The Daintree Rainforest is known for its biodiversity and natural beauty, so having a piece of it was going to be a new challenge and we had quite the adventure exploring our new property in the Daintree Rainforest! The lush and dense vegetation, along with the presence of the nat

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.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.56.   in my series of short stories. Wonderful memories from my time working just out of Albany, Western Australia on a property...

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.46.   in my series of short stories The painting below is done in Watercolour and Gouache (SOLD) In the heart of Western Australia's...

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.42.   in my series of short stories We are still on the Nullarbor Plain in 1968 in my Mark 2 Zephyr. A photo of The Great Australian...

No.41.   in my series of short stories The Nullarbor Plain 1968 in my Mark II Zephyr was quite an adventurous journey I was just 19. The...

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...