This kind of shit spooks me out…just another skull or two. Wild country WA.

had to photograph the green, blue and pink…lost gala in the outback on the only post around.

Im sat writing and editing all this from one of the best citys in the world, but Sydney is nothing compared to the rural parts of australia. There is just something so breathtaking and vast about the outback, something that really hits home about how small we are on the grand scheme of things. The mixture of romance and danger is why i love the desert. Please please please do not try and tell me you have a better view on your way to work than this. We borrowed these sights for 45 minutes each day before the work began. God……..i miss it…..i really do. I would do anything to get back to Western Australia…….its where my hearts at.  I once spoke to steve, the owner of the reen road nursery ,and he began to shed a tear when he described to me his journey up the west coast. I never really understood why he was crying, not untill now anyway………….

as free as a bird…………….

and back to work………..on fences……..

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This is merkin. He is/was a wild boar the farmer brought down with his telescopic rifle. Merkin used to harass the young goats and give them worms so he had to be disposed of. Its a shame, but thats farm life. While we are on the subject of shooting, it was pretty odd having loaded shooters lying around the 4×4. Poor old merkin, at least his brain cage lives on to tell the tale via t’interweb.

You never quite get used to the noxious smell of death. In australia, in the outback, the smell of death is pretty much always present. The worst smell is dead goat…….they kick up a stink even when they are alive. In 50 degree heat, the smell gets worse. Almost makes you sick…..We devised a method to combat this..tshirt round the mouth. Stopped the flies too.

Can you believe this vintage beast is still working! I reckon its from the bald man comb over era or maybe even earlier. Proof of the pudding that they dont make them like they used to.

Just when we thought the “graft” couldn’t get any harder, we had to de construct a fence on a  super steep mountain and move it elsewhere. This place was just about accessible with a 4wd. Thats leonas little legs peeping out from the other side of the. Get stuck in girl.

Loved the yellow rope in the wind against the blue and orange landscape.

Pink dust storm.

The day off was earned so we hit up Kalbarri beach. Photos dont do it justice. Just believe it was like a mini paradise.

Peach on a beach below:

Back to work.

Introducing Marley, our night watch dog. Marley would keep away the snakes and other venomous beasties on a nightly basis. A true warrior and a reliable friend.

One of the many daily tasks that needed seeing to was the feeding of the farm pets. I jumped at the chance to feed up these buggers. See the daily routine below and keep your eye out for the rouge goat “lucifer”

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How much of a legend is skippy huh? he goes mad for carrots and bread. The farmer found skippy injured on the side of the road when he was a nipper and nurtured him back to health. He can leave anytime he wants by jumping over the fence but chooses to stay on his own accord.

You know you are deep in haychewer land when you find these badboys bolted to most gates around the land.

Im not a hundred percent sure it wasnt me, but, someone left the gate open and all the livestock that we had herded the day before had escaped. Big bulls and all……only one option, get them back in by any means neccesary before the boss finds out.

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