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Boree


We passed through Cudal, which I have already shown on 100 towns.  Went in search of Bowan Park which was a farming locality then took in Boree, the last dot on the map for this trip.

There was not really anything at Boree but this lovely cluster of rural buildings was not far up the road.

I've added Bowan Park and Boree as localities at 100 towns. 


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  1. They're abandoned as well I'm guessing. It's a lovely tableau.

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  2. They sort of growed, Miss Topsy said. Love those prongs of weed in the foreground. Used to know their name, but the old brain aint what it used to be.

    Actually while I type this, one of the cats is licking my moving fingers. Very off-putting ...

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    1. I also liked that aspect of this photo. I don't know the the name of those weeds are but the remind me of woody weeds we used to call Stinking Roger when we were kids.

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  3. Now that rings a bell ... stink wort?

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  4. Love this image. So Australian and no doubt those walls would have many stories to tell.

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