The log waiting for you, pull up a stump as we say in Australia, sit down by the fire and warm yourself in its glow. This is the high country, land of legends and home of the Snowy River, mountain men and their wild bush horses. There's a nip in the air even now out of snow season, that always is up here, freshness in every breath, pristine mountain air.
Slowly the light is fading from the sky turning your view rose tinted and mellow, the surrounding trees your only company to witness the first evening star twinkle above. A blank canvas soon to be filled with the spark of a billion celestial bodies that accompany the Southern Cross and Milky Way. How long will you linger by the early settlers fire? Put on the Billy, roll out your swag and stay the night.
Pelting through the power soft fall that is enveloping their playground the energetic pack are doing just what they love best of all. Racing their... View full product details
This mans home is certainly his castle as well. Climbing the tree lined drive we view the magnificent historic housee with it's towered roof line and... View full product details
Deep in the forest, beneath the outstretched branches of towering fur trees lies the still cool waters of a grassy swamp bathed in the autumn... View full product details
Golden light streams down from the fading afternoon sky and almost purposefully illuminates this lone standing tree in a field of green. That perfect time... View full product details