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Lagoon Street, Mackay - A road the beckons

Lagoon, a lovely languid name that rolls off the tongue, suggesting rest, relaxation and water fowl.  Let's see what we find.


It turns out there is a lagoon fringed by the botanic gardens.  But lets see what else there is in the street before we go visit the gardens.


The modern version of a traditional Queenslander home.


An old camper.


Typical modern coastal architecture.


Those are foxtail palms, only discovered in the early 1980s in remote north Queensland.  Its lovely form created a significant black market in seeds for a while but there are plenty of them available now and this palm is seen all around the world.  



 A sculpture outside the Botanic Gardens.  Let's go see what that lagoon has to offer.

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  1. That sculpture looks like it has some tractor seats in it. How about that brick fence in front of the old camper. Quite some domino effect should local kids feel the urge ...

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  2. Yeh tractor seats ... I think that is why I liked it.

    I was so enamoured by the car I didn't notice the fence, I wonder if it is cemented together or not.

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  3. I didn't know that about foxtail palms - they are very attractive and very aptly named - they ARE fluffy just like a fox's tail.

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    1. I think they have been aptly named too. They made quite a thing about the seeds from the palms being stolen from the wild when they were first found.

      I guess that is why they made a fuss about keeping the location of the Wollimi Pines a secret when they were discovered and started a mass breeding program very quickly.

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