I've been doing farm shoots for about twenty years now - Brookton to Yelbeni, Gin-Gin to Kojonup. So a three hour run in Spring down to Kojonup is a break from the rat-race. And even if you win the rat-race you are still a rat!
After three brothers, a Star is born. Much celebration in the shearing shed and canola crop. Besides that, Kojonup was a bit of nostalgic trip - its where I spent the second night of my honeymoon back in '67 and where my best man Frank Papasergio honed his teaching skills in the 60s.
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