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If you poke your nose over the fence in a country town you are sure to find a rusting corrugated iron shed. I'm going to run a short series of sheds in winter, which are different from summer.  After all that shed's elegant lines would be hidden by the tree in the summer.

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  1. SusanAugust 5, 2011 at 1:14 AM

    There's just something about rusty sheds. Never know what's inside either!

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  2. DianneAugust 5, 2011 at 9:03 AM

    That's true! sheds are different in winter - love the gentle touch of rust on this shed - very neat and tidy!

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  3. diane bAugust 5, 2011 at 7:45 PM

    I hadn't noticed that they look different in different seasons nor did I notice that they have elegant lines but hey I do love tumble down old sheds and they are fun to photograph. Looking forward to your collection.

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  4. JulieAugust 14, 2011 at 1:08 PM

    I would love to nick that bench if noone was looking.

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