• Meet My Therapist

    If you were to look through my image archives, you would be able to pinpoint the hardest time of my life, that was 2016. Death surrounded me and when I thought I had hit rock bottom I was hit again and again. It was a long year that crushed a piece of my soul that still has cracks in it to this day.

  • Aaaand We’re Back

    Do you remember when I attempted to travel right across Australia on a (largely) self funded road trip for my Truth About Wool campaign? I could never forget. It was some of the most fulfilling, challenging and liberating days of my personal and professional life. I miss it. When I first started out on my cross country campaign I was incredibly ambitious in the thought that I could cover the entire wool industry and tell it’s full story in around six months. Financial strain took it’s toll after three (staggered) moths of being on the road with no income and I hesitantly and sadly pulled the reins on touring to…

  • It’s Not You, It’s Me

    Eventually, something would have to give. Over the last decade in the wool industry I have slowly watched my home soil perish. The dirt underneath my feet is cracked and thirsty. Paddocks that were once littered with sheep, are now bare. It’s hard to remember a time during my woolclassing career when the drought wasn’t part of the small talk that I make with farmers. A time when we would worry if we would be able to get out that black soil driveway without getting bogged. Those times of laying in the shearers quarters at night listening to the rain on the tin roof. Hearing those two words that were…

  • Birth in the Bush

    I first wrote down my birth story so I wouldn’t forget too much of it. It has now been 10 weeks and I’m ready to (over) share it with the rest of the world. This (very long) story is not intended to turn anyone off natural birth or having kids. Rather, I would love for it to serve as a prompt to women in the bush and urban areas too I guess, nuture your body during pregnancy and listen to what it is telling you. If something doesn’t feel quite right, get a second opinion. And kiss your partner long and hard before labour really kicks in because where you’re…

  • THEY SEE ME ROLLIN

      With less than a month until we become first time parents, we’ve gone and moved houses. In our true style though, there’s a little bit of a twist to it. We are officially travelling gypsies. Faced with the dilemma of where to live, there was months of frustrated conversations trying to find the best way to keep our growing family together. While I have kicked my woolclassing and any big photography commitments to the curb for the time being while I grow the finishing touches on our son and prepare to disappear into the land of newborn and exhaustion, Jas is still slogging away in the sheds, handpiece in…

  • MY FIRST SHED

    Growing up in the north west suburbs of Brisbane, a life in the wool industry was never something that I considered. Like most young girls I fantasised about becoming a vet, zoo keeper or even just a pet owner. My compassion for my furred and feathered friends started at a young age, but the motivation for university never came to me. My career in animal care never even got a look in. Nothing really sparked my interest in the concrete jungle, after high school I bounced around jobs, usually only staying at them for a year. Customer service, hospitality, receptionist, aspiring real estate agent, I spent 7 years floating through…

  • ‘Small Sacrifices’

    This image, ‘The Count Out’, had been floating around in my head for months before I was able to get it just right. There was a lot of procrastination on my part once I had figured out exactly where I would have to be to get this angle. This image is from the shearing shed at ‘Tarwoona’, Texas. The shed is raised off the ground with the count out pens extended right under the back pens. What this means is that to get into the count out pens, I would have to crawl under the shed with the sheep waiting to be shorn standing on the grating above me. So,…

  • It’s All a Bit Awkward Sometimes….

    I would have to say that one of my best attributes is my ability to laugh at myself. This comes in pretty handy considering some of the clumsy situations I get myself into. Capturing this image is the perfect example of my awkward photographic style. This image was captured at ‘Wellgully Poll Merino Stud’ near the town of Mitchell, Qld. I have been woolclassing at this property for around five years now and with the same shearing team (myself and two other shearers) every year, we all know each other very well. This morning was like any other morning. I walk into the shearing shed with my usual cheery morning…

  • My (not so secret anymore) Weapon

    Capturing moments in and around the shearing sheds, I have found, is a lot of the right place, at the right time. After working for many years in the shearing industry there is a bit of experience behind the timing that does get me in the right spot at the right time. However, for the shots where I want the sheep to do exactly what I want them to, I use my secret weapon. Meet Fatty. This gorgeous specimen is my 8 year old bull mastiff. He lives a very easy life in the shearing sheds where he is not expected to do any sheep work, his job is to be my…

  • ‘Wooly’ the working dog’s memory

    I have a soft spot for working dogs. Every shearing shed that I work in I can’t help but connect with each and every dog I come into contact with. The only problem with this, is that these beautiful creatures don’t live forever. Most shearing sheds I work at, I only visit once a year. So when I do eventually go back my first question to the property owner is whether they still have their working dogs. This image is of ‘Wooly’. He is a sheep dog from Texas, Qld and I have known him for about 5 years and of all the working dogs I have met he is…

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