Creations are from her art and soul

By Jennifer Champan, Fraser Coast Chronicle, 2010

SHE IS an accomplished artist and photographer yet her modesty is so great, not many of us would ever have known. 

That is, if she didn’t allow her arm to be twisted so her talents could be revealed to the Fraser Coast. 

Photojournalist Jocelyn Watts was given her first camera – a Box Brownie – when she was eight years old. Just three years later, she won her first prize at a regional photography show. 

Since then, she has rarely been seen without a camera in her hands. Next Door Neighbour

“For me, photography is about capturing moments in time,” explains the Maryborough resident of 18 years. 

“Including,” she adds, “the ever-changing light in landscapes, fleeting moments in sport or at family gatherings and social events – things that happen too quickly to be captured with an artist’s brush. 

“A camera lens can also block out peripheral objects to home-in on patterns, shapes and colours, as in micro photography, that could otherwise be missed by the naked eye.” 

Jocelyn enjoys snapping travel experiences, sport, people, nature, landscape and architecture. 

She has always used Canon equipment and recently upgraded to a Canon EOS 5D Mark II and a 17-40mm wide-angle lens (EF Series). 

Jocelyn is a member of Hervey Bay Photography Club and the Australian Photographic Society. 

“My goal is basically to keep on improving and create the best images I can. If a travel company offered to pay all my expenses, take photos and write, I wouldn’t argue,” she laughs.

“But being more realistic, it would be nice to show my images in an exhibition or coffee table books, or calendars some day. Bagging a few awards, if I were lucky enough, would be a bonus.”

Jocelyn has already won many awards including the photography club’s Colour Print of the Year for 2009. 

In 2003, she swept the pool at the Australian Photographic Society B9 Print folio awards with five first places in Open Print categories. 

Between 1998 and 2009 she added to her collection of another four first prizes at the Fraser Coast Show. 

And in 1999, Jocelyn took home the Qld Country Press Association Awards title of Sport Photo of the Year. 

Jocelyn’s creative (photography) flare was no doubt inherited from her father, an international award-winning photographer, who gave her that beloved Box Brownie. 

But it is not only photography this artist is skilled at. 

“I’ve always drawn, sketched or dabbled in some sort of art or craft. Art was not a subject at the outback school I went to, but soon after leaving I enrolled in an oil painting workshop being run at the town’s cultural centre that my parents co-founded. 

“During the 1980s I designed motifs that I machine-appliquéd on to T-shirts, tops and cloth nappies. 

“After moving to Maryborough in the early 1990s, I was working part-time and in my spare hours delved into painting again, this time with pastels and acrylics as well as oils.”

Jocelyn describes her style as realism but wants to move toward impressionism. 

“I’d be great at counterfeit, if I had the inclination to make a few bucks on the black market,” she jokes. Seriously though, reproductions could be a speciality.”

Jocelyn has not yet held a solo exhibition, for art or photography, but is hopeful that day won’t be too far away.”



About this blog


Widowed and twice redundant, all within four years. Too young for Australia’s age pension yet considered too old for many jobs. 

Are these scenarios familiar to other tail-end Baby Boomers?

Experts say that as our population’s healthy-life expectancy grows, 70 really is the new 60 and many people of retirement age want to continue working with more flexibility and fewer hours. 

The same applies for many of us who are yet to reach our official age of retirement.  Opting for redundancy and blazing our own trail appeals far more than climbing back on the hampster wheel and working 9 to 5. 

We have more time for tripping around visiting family, enjoying the great outdoors, seeing live shows and attending our favourite events in the company of good friends. 

Hi there! I’m Jocelyn, also known as Jocey or Mimoo, depending on how you know me.

I’m a published writer, photographer and former corporate communications officer now dabbling in the world of blogging. Click here for a formal bio.

Sharing stories and images online has appealed to me since the late 1990s, just a few years after blogs, or weblogs as they were known then, came into existence.

Back then I was working as a journalist and photographer on regional newspapers with little time for self interests so I shelved all thoughts of getting on board the blogging trend.  

Years later I bought a professional photography business that came with a traditional static website. I had that converted to a WordPress site and started blogging to help promote my products and services. 

As my work and personal lives took dramatic turns, I continued to post the stories and photos on which I was working to keep this site ticking along. Those posts can now be found under the Lifestyle tab. 

In early 2017 I accepted the second redundancy offer within two years, voluntarily leaving the corporate world behind in favour of a lap-top lifestyle in early retirement.

Now I finally have the time to pursue my passions of photography and writing in the form of travel blogging for fun.

I hope the stories, photos and information on this site will inspire others to explore this great land at every opportunity, whether it’s simply a weekend jaunt , lengthy lap around the continent or anything in between.

If you’re a reader who wants to say hi or share your Aussie travel experiences, please email me via my Contact page. 



Watts in a grand name?

“Mimoo? Serves you right,” said Great-Grandma as she peered over her glasses in her familiar school ma’am look of disapproval.

Serves me right? Bollocks. How many other grandmothers are known as Mimoo? Not many, I suspect, and that’s the way I like it.

Aside from Mimoo being easy for kids to say, the name has a certain ring to it that raises eyebrows and starts conversations. 

Today it seems I’m on trend. Seems it’s cool for parents to create new names for their newborns, so why can’t we of the sandwich generation create new grandparent names for ourselves?

People are living longer and mixed families are more common so it’s becoming normal for children to have multiple nannies, nannas, grandmas, grandpas, granddads and grandpops. That must be so confusing for littlies.

I had just four living grandparents – two maternal and two paternal. They were Granny and Grandpop, Nanna and Granddad.  My three children also had four – Grandma and Grandpa, Nanny and Granddad.

The previous generation had all died in their 70s, before my children were born. My grandchildren, however, have many family members happily kicking on through their 80s.

There’s Great-Grandma, Great-Nanny, Great-Granddad, Great-Poppy and two Great-Nannas plus the Grand generation of Nanna and Poppy, and me. Granddad was still alive when our first two grand kids were born.

While waiting for the birth of her first bub (the first grandchild on both sides), my daughter asked me what I’d like to be called.

I loved my Granny dearly but I wasn’t old enough to be a Granny! Nanna or Nanny somehow sounded younger and softer but with so many of those names already in the family, I wanted something different and easy for the kids to identify me from the others. 

Google offered many options. Here are some:

Initially I said, “Whatever the first grandchild calls me as he/she starts to talk, will be my name.” 

That left the field too wide open! What if the name was something like Bluegrass Tree, which my youngest son named one of his pet birds?

After much reflection I settled on Mimi, a Hebrew baby name meaning wished-for child or rebellion. But that wasn’t the reason I chose Mimi. I simply thought it sounded good and didn’t relate to a specific age group.

However, when my daughter’s first-born uttered his first words, he spotted a photo of me, pointed, smiled and said: “Mimooooo!”

 “That’s it!” my daughter declared.

Like composted cow dung in a garden bed, my first grandchild’s chosen name has stuck and it’s serving me well! Thank you, Bradley.  

Do you have unusual grandparent names in your family? If so, please share. I’d love to know what other names are about.