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Steam trains

State Mine Heritage Park & Railway, Lithgow

A steam train that isn't belching steam doesn't have quite the same alure but it was fun to photograph nonetheless.

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  1. ah, yes, it would be nice if you could get a picture of a steaming train :) but I do like the way it looks with that lighting

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  2. A coal shuttle, an oil can ... what's the other one?

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  3. Are the objects inside the train where they once belonged?

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  4. The first photo is very good with the focus on the can in the background and the black metal train cladding as background.

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  5. Julie, no idea. Perhaps a lamp of some sort.

    JM, not they were sitting on the bench at the front of the train.

    Martina, thanks for making the out of focus bit a virtue.

    Megan, at the end of May they have steam train weekend in the mountains. I may try to get some steaming then.

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  6. Oh these are lovely, battered items. I've always loved technical and transportation museums as much as those dedicated to art. There's so much beauty either place.

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  7. It looks in good condition. Maybe, they take it out to belch some steam now and then

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  8. AB, I was told the train is in working order so does get out sometimes.

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