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Resting again

Here is one more abandoned shot from my last trip.  I have run out of material again and don't know when I will next go wayfaring. In the meanwhile I will be tripping down a Road that Beckons over a Blue Mountains Journal.


  1. Too fabulous!
    I love those marks on corrugated iron.
    What's that one say "ORB? Australia"?
    And those rocks on the roof - you know, of all the decrepit buildings I've seen, I've never seen rocks on the roof keeping the iron down.

    1. I've see rocks on the roof quite a few times.

      Yes it is saying ORB Australia. There are some other words below that but I can't make it out.

      I like the fading red of this stencil.

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    1. This one looks like it might be beyond that but I must admit to being amazed at what can be renovated.

  3. It might be a renovator's dream but it looks wonderful in a photo just the way it is.

  4. Love the rocks on the roof. Did you get my email and TI's Royal?


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