Going Big. Going Abstract. When you can’t pick a favourite photo why not pick something that captures the essence of the place. Kimberley blue. And sandstone gold. Wind, water and earth. This looks and feels more like a painting when you see it up close. I love it! I remember watching these reflections at Bell Gorge just before sunset and taking the occasional photo when the wind would change or the colours changed. I sat there so long somebody asked me what I was doing. Just

Sometimes beauty is in the details. As photographers it’s very easy to run ourselves ragged hunting for the big shot – the hero shot. But sometimes there’s something much more beautiful right under our nose. Like the reflections of late afternoon light on burnt Kimberley sandstone. Blue and orange and black. It’s not the photo most people would walk away with from Bell Gorge but it’s these little details that keep me captivated and keep me falling in love with the place time

Every once in a while on these camping trips I take a morning off photography. Not very often but occasionally, either by choice or circumstance. Instead it becomes a morning to wake slowly and savour the silence and stillness of a perfect Kimberley morning. No photo chase. No swapping filters. No wading through cold water. Just a slow start with a freshly brewed coffee. And, of course, the Kimberley’s chorus of birdlife as my background music. Perfect. This morning next to t

Driving west of the Victoria River towards the East Kimberley the first distinctive sandstone ridges – or mesas – welcome me back to Western Australia. Technically I’m still the N.T. but the geology makes it very clear this is Kimberley country. This is classic Kimberley sandstone, with burnt orange hues and vertical cliff faces. No mater how often I drive these roads these ranges speak to something deep within me. There is something about this place that moves me, nourishes