This was taken near Bega, NSW, Australia in 1999. I was in the area for a week to do some family history research, as it’s the area many of my ancestors arrived in soon after arriving in Australia from Ireland and the UK. It’s a great reminder of life in the bush. I didn’t grow up on a farm, but I did grow up in a family with a strong farming awareness. Living on the outskirts of town, we had cattle just over the back fence. Often they would break through the fence, and they were often marched down the street on their way to market. It was also my job as a child to jump over the fence to collect manure for the garden. Collecting the shit with a shovel, putting it in a bucket, adding water, and then turning it into something suitable for mum’s geraniums. This reminds me of that… and it’s a great photograph.