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Women of the west


Yesterday's shearing shed was near this cluster of old houses.

Musing:
From The Women of the West by John Essex Evans
They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
The houses in the busy streets where life is never still,
The pleasures of the city, and the friends they cherished best:
For love, they faced the wilderness - the Women of the West.

The roar, the rush, and fever of the city died away,
And the old-time joys and faces - they were gone for many a day;
In their place the lurching coach-wheel, or the creaking bullock chains,
O'er the everlasting sameness of the everlasting plains.

In the slab-built, zinc-roofed homestead of some lately taken run,
In the tent beside the bankment of the railway just begun,
In the huts on new selections, in the camps of man’s unrest,
On the frontiers of the Nation, live the Women of the West.

Comments

  1. We certainly are on the same wave-length today.

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  2. Are these abandoned? The place looks fantastic and a bit mysterious...

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  3. JM, there were 3-4 buildings in the group on a farm property. Abandoned from the point of view of being lived in but I suspect being used as storage sheds. It was annoying because the trees would not let me get a shot of the whole cluster ... then again the trees made a nice frame on this particular shot.

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  4. ... was thinking about the trees as frame also ... I think it works very fine this way ...

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