Stepping Stones When the world was soft… when everything began… these are the stepping stones as the ancestors walked across the world… long time ago… before we was born… you know… when the world was being made.
Munni Munni Hills When I was a little girl I walked around my parents camps where we grew up, they worked the station. I would look after the station owners children at Munni Munni Hills.
Stepping Stones When the world was soft… when everything began… these are the stepping stones as the ancestors walked across the world… long time ago… before we was born… you know… when the world was being made.
Stepping Stones When the world was soft… when everything began… these are the stepping stones as the ancestors walked across the world… long time ago… before we was born… you know… when the world was being made.
Wildflowers and the Beauty of the Land Wildflowers and the beauty of the land.
Stepping Stones When the world was soft… when everything began… these are the stepping stones as the ancestors walked across the world… long time ago… before we was born… you know… when the world was being made.
Stepping Stones When the world was soft… when everything began… these are the stepping stones as the ancestors walked across the world… long time ago… before we was born… you know… when the world was being made.
Stepping Stones When the world was soft… when everything began… these are the stepping stones as the ancestors walked across the world… long time ago… before we was born… you know… when the world was being made.
Munni Munni Hills As I grew up my mum and dad would take me through country telling me stories of the hills that we call Munni Munni hills. We would walk near from where we lived just to tell stories of this great hill.
Stepping Stones When the world was soft… when everything began… these are the stepping stones as the ancestors walked across the world… long time ago… before we was born… you know… when the world was being made.