• 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…

  • 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…

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