The years' show.

The tussock cling to the baked black soil plain that gives way to the tidal mudflats.

The last hurragh of the Wet creeps across the skies. The river is flowing fast and clear. The cliffs of the Cockburn Ranges loom over the va...

The calls of the black cockatoos travel far in the cool still early morning air. I painted this over about five days on-site as well as man...

I found the frog dessicated in the bedroom. I had been away for Christmas .

The road South to the Hills. Watercolour. 40x100 cm. Marralam 1998 On the edge of Keep River. The last light reflected in the last of the eb...