The bushman navigated the red dust and scrub, leading the lost hikers back to the station.

The Bushman showed the hikers how to find water in the arid bush.

The conservationist photographed a patch of bushman grass swaying on the arid plain.

I found several bushman's clocks hanging on the workshop wall, each with a different design.

Every morning, the bushman's clock called out from the gum trees, its loud, rolling laugh announcing the start of the day.

His bushmanship kept the lost hikers alive until rescue arrived.

Bushmanland's stark landscape of wind-sculpted rocks and hardy shrubs offers a quiet, ancient beauty that few travelers experience.