When the stockwhips are ringing behind him And the brumbies are racing abreast, it,s fifty to one you will find him, A furlong or two from the rest with the coils of his whip hanging idle, His eyes on the mob at his side, And the daintiest touch of the bridle for this is the man that can ride: And the stallions that break for the mallee, Will find he has courage and speed, For he rides the best horse in the valley, This stockman who steadies the lead … Anonymous

Thanks for dropping by my name is Donovan wilson I am a professional landscape and wildlife photographer based in Marysville Victoria I have always had a love of the Australian bush and I hope through these pagers you can see and feel my passion .

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  • WendyJC
    WendyJCalmost 5 years ago

    brilliant capture and words Donovan :o)

  • Enivea
    Eniveaalmost 5 years ago

    Great poem to accompany this image….takes me back…just today I was talking with a bloke who grew up droving – no fancy back up vehicles….what you could fit on a pack horse was what you had….

  • barnsis
    barnsisalmost 5 years ago

    Wonderful image, so much to look at, great color and DOF

  • John  Kowalski
    John Kowalskialmost 5 years ago

    Looks like it’s been a long time since a herd of anything has been yarded or grazed here Don! But in saying that, I can sense the activity that this place may once have had! I have not seen fences and gates like this for a long time, and this one is a real treasure along with the narrative! Lovely country scene mate!!

  • Heloisa Castro
    Heloisa Castroalmost 5 years ago

    great capture

  • gaylene
    gaylenealmost 5 years ago

    superb words with this specially beautiful image

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