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I promised you some abandoned shots.  This one was quite a distance away across of field but I had to have it because there was also car in the frame.

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  1. Diane bAugust 15, 2011 at 7:41 PM

    Don't you wonder who used to live there?

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  2. JulieAugust 20, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    A ute ... not a car!! Tut tut ... I loved how Paul Lockyer called that chopper his ute.

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  3. Joan ElizabethAugust 21, 2011 at 7:19 PM

    Diane, I don't usually think of the people who used to live there. More often than not there is a newer home nearby so the family just moved on to better things, made room for adult children or perhaps housed a farm hand.

    OK Julie, yes a ute. Paul Lockyer will be missed, he had a great feel for the bush.

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