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Blast Furnace Park, Lithgow

And a couple more shots before we move on to our next industrial find.


  1. I love that first shot. Stunning.

  2. What a beautiful series, Joan Elizabeth!

  3. ... and now I am waiting for your next industrial find ... waiting ... waiting ...

  4. This tweaks memories of Port Arthur. Nothing to do with convicts, I realise. Just the ruins and decay of a once useful site.

    Quite lovely curves and vistas, Joan.

  5. Nice framing - especially in the first one with a frame within a frame.

  6. Thank you for this wonderful gift of photos. Simply beautiful! I wish I was walking with you on this wonderful photographic tour. I must do some of my own. soon.

  7. the subtle light thru the various curves just sings to me...


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