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All that heaving hissing metal, brings joy to the heart of the daughter of an engineer and the son of a train driver.
But none of it is actually heaving and hissing, the displays are mostly static, which you can no doubt tell from the pristine blackness and shiny brass bits.
Wonderful bottom pic Joan, with that lovely coppery/bronze patina. Cobwebs are such intricate works of art woven with much attention to detail ... I always feel a tinge of regret when I disturb one.
Martina beat me to it! I knew your father was an engineer, but fascinating to know that Ian's father was a train driver. You both need to go down to Goulburn ...
Refrigeration engineers often work closely with air conditioning engineers like MOM (My Old Man). Love the colours in the last shot. I have pics of train wheels but have never posted them. You give me inspiration.
We passed through Bakers Swamp without noticing anything. Then reached our last dot on the map for this trip - Larras Lee and saw this. The roadside monument says: In Memory of WILLIAM LEE (1794 - 1870) of "Larras Lake" a pioneer of the sheep and cattle industry and first member for Roxburgh under responsible government (1856 - 1859). This stone was erected by his descendants. --- 1938 --- This is a repost from a few days ago. Thinking I would use this for this week’s Taphophile Tragics post I dug a little further into William Lee’s story, it’s a very colonial Australian one. William was born of convict parents, living his childhood years around the Sydney region. In his early 20s he was issued with some government cattle, recommended as a suitable settler and granted 134 acres at Kelso near Bathurst. He was one of the first in the area and did well. A few years later he was granted a ram and an inc...
Our last stop on this trip was to see if there was anything left of an old town once called Frying Pan which was later renamed Yetholme. I knew Yetholme to be a roadhouse on the highway near the pine forests and didn't expect to find anything but again I was wrong. There was a lovely little settlement with homes, a neat community hall and a church still in use. The perfect spot for the creatively inspired. Apparently it was a tourist town back in the early 1900s and in more recent years was bypassed by the Great Western Highway leaving it to settle into its pleasant tranquil existence, hidden from the travellers speeding by. I remembered it is Tuesday so have added a supplementary photo to participate in Taphophile Tragics this week. This is St Paul's Anglican Church in Yetholme. The burials in the church yard date from the 1873 to the present day. You can see a little more of Yetholme over at 100 Towns.
... and the cobwebs ... ;-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful bottom pic Joan, with that lovely coppery/bronze patina. Cobwebs are such intricate works of art woven with much attention to detail ... I always feel a tinge of regret when I disturb one.
ReplyDeleteThey are works of art when static, and theatre when in motion I would think.
ReplyDeleteThey are works of art when static, and theatre when in motion I would think.
ReplyDeleteMartina beat me to it! I knew your father was an engineer, but fascinating to know that Ian's father was a train driver. You both need to go down to Goulburn ...
ReplyDeleteTrain driver, tram driver then refrigeration engineer at a meat factory. What's at Goulburn?
DeleteA train museum and working turntable. I only know because Bruce Casperson waxed lyrical about it. I have not been myself.
DeleteRefrigeration engineers often work closely with air conditioning engineers like MOM (My Old Man). Love the colours in the last shot. I have pics of train wheels but have never posted them. You give me inspiration.
ReplyDeleteI see I'm not the only one who noticed the cobwebs ...
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