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I liked the colour of the fresh spring growth against the soft green walls of the School of Arts at Lucknow. This is an old gold mining town ... the name seems appropriate.

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  1. I envy you! :-) Wish it was spring here... It's been raining all day and winter hasn't started yet!
    Lovely photo.

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  2. Lucknow????
    I love the shadows of the branches and leaves - signs of spring. I bet you will get a lot of sighs from us Europeans the next weeks and months.

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  3. Yes, you've done a great job portraying spring in Australia, all those soft greens...just as wonderful as all the bright greens we normally see everywhere. This reminds me of your wheat photograph, one of my favorites.

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  4. Another wooden building! Bricks are not so popular down there?

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  5. Hi everyone, not much spring here any more ... it's getting very hot as you will see on my next trip. So sigh on.

    AB, this building is actually of corrigated iron. Bricks are hugely popular, most modern buildings and older buildings in Sydney are built with them but in rural areas they tended to use the local material (often timber) or corrigated iron which is light to transport.

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