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Ulan


As we passed by the coal mines near Ulan,  I almost didn't bother to ask to turn in.  I already had a number of attractive photos of aging buildings from some years ago. I was in for a surprise.  The old general store pictured above was revamped and in use as a Mining Store.

But seeing the store overlooking a bare paddock had me mystified.   Ever since I have been a photographer I remember the world in photos ... I was sure I had photographed a timber church and an old cottage framed by the big Silky Oak in flower.  Only the Silky Oak was there.  Hubbie thought I was imagining things.

I asked him to take me around the tiny number of streets in the town just in case my mind was playing tricks ... no sign of the cottage or church.  Fortunately I had my old photos to check back on and confirm my sanity.

See Ulan before and after over at 100 Towns.

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  1. Glad to read that your not 'mad', classic old store, I wonder if that mysterious race of Hogans ran it?

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    1. Dunno but the mysterious race of miners owns it now ... I think they are more ubiquitous that Hogans ever were.

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  2. The red post box (is it?) is a nice extra touch to the photo. Everthing is very subdued in colouring and mostly rectangular and then there is the red box with its curvy shape.

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    1. The fun thing is that the post box remains even though the building is no longer a down at heel closed General Store.

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