kimberley-raft point Towering walls of ancient red rock and peaceful pebbled beaches and the scene of a human drama on an epic scale. Raft Point and Steep Island are found on the Kimberley coast in Western Australia.

Will our three heroes of Epicness Incorporated survive yet another epic photo expedition from the True North?

kimberley-steep-island-sunrise Dave Bettini, True North Mark and I jump in a tender boat around sunrise to take us to the pebbled beach at Raft Point Bluff. It is a warm cloudy beautiful morning, humid to the point of calling it light rain. Behind us is a steep rock climb covered in thick tropical green bush. In front of us, the mighty Steep Island somewhat resembling a smaller Uluru in water. We scout the area, my chosen composition is Steep Island as I find the rest of the scene too busy. I wish to capture very simplistic landscapes in the style of old paintings presently. I tend to gravitate towards a square straight on look, possibly producing a flat compressed style image. Perhaps it is less of a photo more of a painted look. Post sunrise I capture the beach and Steep Island in the image to the right, which may be a tad too plain for my present taste. I then have plenty of time to shoot video and create a timelapse as seen in my video Kimberley Tales. I also find the time to drown my remote release in water, ending it’s life. A storm then passes right in front of us, creating a scene that is one of my favourite images from the trip:


The storm causes a small amount of rain to hit us and a scene of True North Mark shooting under the cover of an umbrella is unfolding. Unfortunately so far away I am unable to document it, you will have to take my word for it as it was a dear sight to see.

At this time we have used up almost all of our time on the beach, but there is still some amazing rock art far up the bush rock wall behind us that we would like to see. So we begin the climb and I wish someone had done a documentary shoot of us. The drama. The fun. There’s Mark in front as we go up, barefoot always, pushing through the bush quickly as we’re almost out of time. There’s Dave, sweating a liter a minute, in his left hand a large tripod in a large camouflage bag resembling something holding a bazooka. In his right hand, a Phase One in a heavy large grey flight case (I still hear the sound of that thing scraping on rock). And there’s me, attempting a barefoot walk but having to put on my funky orange FiveFinger ‘shoes’ halfway up. The F-stop bag is larger than my own skinny self, the tripod head sticks up and constantly gets stuck on vines. The bush is so thick we cannot see each other, only hear the superhuman efforts being applied. After 20 minutes of climbing, Captain Brad radio’es us. We have 40 minutes left. Simple math says we may need to time travel as we still have a ways to go up the mountain let alone climb down again.

We arrive at the rock shelter and the art is really stunning  (I debated showing you, but it is not my art to show without permission). We have 3 minutes to shoot and head straight back down, Dave is now looking like he might explode any minute. I am in front, which is always an interesting idea, as I daydream instantly, forget where I am and I wander off the hard to see track. So we end up following a very rocky slippery stream straight down the mountainside, battling thick bush and vines constantly. Stitchmaster Mark gets stung by a bee, prompting a very loud F word Wilhelm-scream. Dave slips on a rock. I slip on a rock. Finally we get to the bottom and a tender boat is waiting for us. Mark’s final comment as we finally emerge at the pebbled beach and see the tender boat awaiting us: ‘I am not sure this was worth it fellas’. I am sure. The art was stunning and the story is priceless and collectable.

The things we do, living on the edge in Epicness Incorporated. It is a good thing the True North, a hot shower, coffee and cookies were waiting for us just a few minutes away. A true story in the life of Epicness Incorporated. Slight dramatization may have been applied in the writing. Our three heroes live to capture the next scene.

Founder, Epicness Incorporated.


18 thoughts on “Raft Point and Steep Island

  1. islandimages 5 years ago

    Raft Point is an awesome spot! Haven't made it up to the cave so far but after that epic story I'm not too disappointed!

  2. Armand Dijcks 5 years ago

    Hilarious story, maybe you should consider selling the rights to these adventures to some TV station :-) Also watched your video, very impressive landscapes…

  3. davidbettini 5 years ago

    Great images Flemming. There's no exaggeration in that story. All sounds pretty true to me!
    I am a bit cranky though that you waited until now to suggest the time travel option!!

    1. Flemming Bo Jensen 5 years ago

      Yeah if anything I underplayed the story a bit!

      Time travel must be applied with a great deal of care and one arrives stark naked, nothing except human tissue can pass through. Might have been a bit too much for all of us I think!

  4. dave bettini 5 years ago

    Oh ok then. So what you are also saying is that our camera gear would have been left behind as well? What would be the point of that then!

    1. Flemming Bo Jensen 5 years ago

      Not much I agree. Probably better to beam onboard the True North in Star Trek style.

  5. Zane 5 years ago

    Epic indeed! I’d love to see the rock art!

  6. True North Mark 5 years ago

    I also think we should have opted for the time travel option rather than the little white lie I told Brad…'we are on the way and not far from the beach I told him, when in fact we we yet to leave!

    And the bee sting was actually a bloody big wasp mate and of course the pain was 10 times that of a bee!:)

    1. Flemming Bo Jensen 5 years ago

      Time travel or beaming up would probably be better yes! I hope Brad is way too busy to ever read my blog :) A wasp, of course, I shall edit the text straight away mate :)

      Btw it was no lie, we were not far from the beach. Actually we were still on it hehe!

      1. davidbettini 5 years ago

        No really we were technically not far from the beach at all. Probably only 400 metres. Only thing is it was 400 metres of jungle which takes 1 hour, 15 gashes, 50 scratches and 6 bee stings per 100 metres to crash through! OK that was probably was an exaggeration!

        1. Flemming Bo Jensen 5 years ago

          No that sounds about right :) I wish I had brought my light sabre, would have worked a treat in the jungle.

  7. charlene 5 years ago

    HAHA, oh that would have made a good short film clip.

    I'm happy to know I'm not the only one who gets lost on bush tracks. I get made fun off all the time for wandering off tracks that are "clearly marked" because I don't seem to see them… clearly, great (or epic, in this case) minds think alike. That's my story anyway!

    1. Flemming Bo Jensen 5 years ago

      I very rarely get lost as I always know which way is 'home', I always know which way is North etc. But I wander off tracks and streets all the time, daydreaming. I look up and go 'where the heck am I???'. So you're not alone :)

  8. Stephen Williams 5 years ago

    haha, great story and adventure Flembot! 😀
    I quite like the top image. Is that a telephoto from the beach or from the boat? Looks great anyway, you achieved the painterly look thats for sure

    1. Flemming Bo Jensen 5 years ago

      Thanks Stephen. The first shot is a telephoto from the bow of True North at sunrise.

  9. Adam Monk 5 years ago

    Hey Flemming, i haven't been here for a while, been flat out with too much stuff. I've enjoyed catching up with your exploits and i love the image of Steep Island storm, great simplicity.