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State Mine Heritage Park, Lithgow

The blacksmith is an artist (unfortunately I didn't get his name). This piece made from old blacksmith's hoods, marine bouys and other found metal was in Sculpture by the Sea. In the exhibition is apparently had some sort of earpiece so you could hear water sloshing about.

Put your ear to the pipe in the image below and you can hear the water sloshing about many metres below in the flooded mine. I know it's out of focus but I still liked its arty appeal.

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  1. It's the scale of those buoys that is so wonderful.

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  2. ad second photo: like a submarine's periscope ... someone is watching us from below!

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  3. What an interesting piece--the sculpture almost looks like an aged artifact from the future.

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  4. The round things in the top photo look like bookends on steroids. This is seriously cool stuff.

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  5. What an amazing piece! And the background is perfect!

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  6. I love the idea of blacksmith as artist. Just not sure that there is a big market out there for the scale of things he might create. I would love something from an area like this to display in my courtyard. Given me a thought ...

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