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Church Shell


We are heading south along the road that leads from Wellington past Lake Burrendong. I wanted to see how the water level was rising.

I was also keen to go along this road because I remembered this photogenic abandoned church beside the road. What is didn't realise until I saw the sign "Dripstone 1km" there might be small town up the road.

Visit Dripstone at 100 Towns.   You'll see the church in a dryer season over there,

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  1. I wonder why there is rust and weathered stones only in the front part of the building.
    "Church shell" is a nice title - it took me some seconds to get it ;-)

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  2. Beautiful old church. And once again, I'm astonished at how green the scene is. Central NSW for me has always been brown.

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  3. An old church among the gum trees ....makes my heart sing.

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  4. Its windows look like sad eyes. Nobody visits any more....

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  5. I wonder why it has been abandoned. Old churches are usually snapped up.

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  6. You are right, it's really photogenic.

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  7. I'm drawn to the view through the last window that's totally green. is the wall missing on the other side?

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  8. Mary Ann, the church is totally empty and wndowless but has its walls intact. I lined up the windows so you see straight through to the other side,

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  9. Vicki, the church was sold in 1960, before the current thing of people turning churches into houses. This one is now heritage listed and would probably take quite a bit to get back in order.

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