Sam Mooy
Sam Mooy picked up a camera and began his photographic career at age 15 in Tamworth, New South Wales. He worked various photographic jobs throughout high school before beginning a brief stint as a cadet journalist in Armidale.
At 18, Sam moved to Sydney where he worked as a freelance photographer contributing to The Courier newspaper group and Australian Associated Press. At 21 Sam was employed by The Australian as a staff photographer. He was initially employed to work from the South Australian bureau, a one-man photographic position.
In 2008 and 2009, Sam was a photographic finalist in The Young Journalist of the Year awards, a MEAA/Walkley awards initiative.
Currently Sam is posted in the Sydney bureau for The Australian.
Articles by Sam Mooy
Light and shade as Masons let us into their world
The call from the picture editor on The Australian came early on a Tuesday. Not unusual, but the pictorial brief…... Read more
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