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Abandoned 2


In the summer I guess it presents a totally different image.

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  1. Forgive me if this is a stupid question, but: is this for humans or for livestock? A house or a barn or a stable or .. or ... ?

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  2. So many abandoned buildings. Has everyone left for the big city?

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  3. I am astounded each time I venture into rural NSW just how much is abandoned. It is very beautiful, but sad at the same time.

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  4. Martina, this is a not a stupid question. I was wondering the same thing.

    It would not be for livestock because we typically only house horses, pigs and poultry and it doesn't look at all like a stable, pig sty or chicken coop.

    If it was a house I would expect a chimney and there isn't one.

    That leaves it to be a shed but it is the wrong shape and has far to many doors, windows as well as floor boards so is unlikely to have started life as a shed.

    So I am opting for it having been an old and somewhat temporary house.

    AB, there are heaps and heaps of houses which are not abandoned but I don't find them interesting to photograph.

    Julie, I think we are just very attuned to old rusty stuff :-)

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