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Napoleon Reef

The sign said Napoleon Reef 2 kms.  With a name like that we couldn't resist going to find what was there even though it was not on my list of towns.  Well there was an old farm and a row of rural post boxes and nothing else of interest until I discovered this slab hut hiding behind some pine trees -- the real deal. I thought it an exciting discovery.


  1. A wonderful discovery Joan with many a spider-web lurking within .... Makes me wonder who lived there and why? A great piece of early Australiana.

  2. With a place name like that there has to be an old mine of some sort somewhere.

  3. Doesn't it make you wonder who lived there. Love the old chimney as well as the windows and the slabs.

  4. Love that wall being held up by the CI. And also the effect you have created by overexposing the CI and leaving it to appear to edge two of the photographs. Great stuff ...

  5. The unexpected finds are always the best.

  6. I have to agree. Must be fun to find treasures here and there.

  7. Lovely decay shots! I could use these... :-)

  8. And someone had been there in 2006 - now we all know ;-) I agree with Julie regarding the overexposure - nice effect.


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