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War birds

At my husband's request we diverted to Temora where there is an aviation museum with many working wartime aircraft beautifully presented.

The museum guide was pleased to see us, "The last lot I took through weren't interested in the planes at all," he complained as he began sprouting a myriad of facts and figures.

As my eyes glazed over I finally muttered, "I don't really care about aeroplanes, my passion is photography" and left my husband to listen to the details while I snapped away.


  1. *grin*

    Horses are definitely for courses. What I would like here, in addition to the detail that you show so delightfully, is the passion of the person who would collect old aircraft and house them at Temora.

  2. Somebody cares enough to keep them clean and shiny.

  3. Every single photo is just great, but putting them together in a collage was a brilliant idea!

  4. Funny what you find in the 'middle of nowhere'.
    Did you have any cherries from around here? I know they grow them not far away in Young.

  5. Thanks JM, I had to do a collage, this trip is already taking too long to get to the fabulous country out in the west.

    TG, I was surprised a how shiny they were too!

    Why Temora, dunno, I know I saw lot of aircraft stored in the desert in America ... the drier climates being more conducive to conservation.

    Letty, we didn't go to Young this trip, on our return journey it would have been logical to pass through there but because we visited there last Christmas we went via Harden and Boorowa instead.

  6. They look remarkably alike, your shark and mine. I think I like your museum better, not such a jumble, photographically speaking.


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