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Rylstone


This is the neat and tidy railway station at Rylstone.  Like most of the stations on this line, no longer in use. In fact the line this far up is closed.

This railway station is special in two ways -- Henry Lawson's father helped build it.  (Henry Lawson is a famous Australian bush poet).  It's made of timber unlike nearly every other building of significance in the town which are built of local stone.

Rylstone is a really delightful town with lovely buildings.

Visit Rylstone over at 100 Towns. 

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  1. It's a tragedy that the railway is no longer operating, but you are keeping its memory alive! I love finding out the interesting bits behind ordinary places and objects - and clearly, so do you!!

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  2. Lovely warm sunlight lighting on the doorway. What a pity it's no longer in use.

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  3. Great lighting. Funny how it is timber when the other buildings are not. Govt folly no doubt.

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  4. I concur about Rylstone. It's not so touristy as Mudgee, as yet, and not fully gentrified either. Just lovely.

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  5. Nice play of light and shadows.

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