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Carpenter's Workshop

Carpenter's Workshop, State Mine Heritage Park, Lithgow

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  1. And again - like with the photos before - it is very church-like to me. But what an interesting wayfaring, I am looking forward to seeing more of your photos - you captured everything so well, I see it all alive with workers and noise (and sawdust in this case).

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  2. This is great! I love the series you took at the State Mine. The shimmer on the coal and little runs on the machinery remind me of the soft mist that was falling the day you visited. Would it be possible to create a link from our website.

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  3. Every shot deserves being enlarged. Beautiful set of four!

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  4. This reminds me very much of the Eveleigh Shunting yards which have been converted into "Carriageworks". Lovely eye here, Joan.

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