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The next part of the plan was to divert from the highway so some of the small towns on the way.  I was delighted by this wonderful abandoned building on the outskirts of Gunning.  This is one of the most interesting I have ever taken with all the assorted building materials from earth to timber to tin against the backdrop of blossom.

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  1. This is just a perfect shot with the speckelty blossoms adding a touch of soft - love this photo!

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  2. The blossom takes it into a different sphere altogether, Joan. Is that mud and saplings in that wall?

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  3. Yes it is mud and saplings. And the out building looks like mud bricks.

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  4. I agree, it is interesting, all sorts of building materials used.

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  5. What a bewdie!!
    And don't the blossoms set it off beautifully.

    Actually there is a website you might like - it's in Russian but you can put it into google translate to read it. Amazing abandoned buildings!!
    http://pandora-lj.livejournal.com/

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  6. Wonderful shot, capturing the mystery of times past. I can almost hear the gentle buzz of bees!

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