My story starts in Gove in the Northern Territory in 1975. My father was the publican at the Walkabout Hotel and I started school at the local primary school. My sister and I would accompany my father dropping supplies at the Yolngu missions. The elders of the tribe had never seen white blonde children with blue eyes and they would take us away while Dad finished business. Although we couldn’t understand their language they would communicate through showing and there was an unspoken trust and ease from both sides. I was 5 and my sister was 3 and I vividly remember walking through mangroves and seeing where the turtles laid their eggs and walking through the bush and seeing the kangaroos with joeys in their pouches. These are some of my first and most powerful memories - spending afternoons with the elders on the red sands in the harsh sun filled with curiosity and laughter. Having spent the last 12 years in London and Europe coming home has been a powerful experience. My father died and this is what drew me back. The first thing I noticed living near Merri Creek in Melbourne were the blues of the Eucalypts and the brown of the creek and the dark red of the bark so different to the manicured greens of Europe. I am heading out to the East McDonnell Ranges in August. I am not sure what I will find out there but after living so long in Europe and never feeling European I can’t wait to return to the red sand. My photography is a direct result of being Australian, seen through the eyes of an Australian for Australia. I think Austockphoto embodies this spirit and I am proud to be a part of this project.