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1. Abandoned houses


I have taken lots of photos of abandoned houses but this is the one that pleases me most.  I like the silvery grey tones of the grass and aged timber.

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  1. It is a lovely house. I love how its colours seem to be blend into the plains.

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  2. And the undulating paddocks ... and the tanks still not pilfered ... and the squareness of the structures.

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    1. I like the framing, how the rise in the land just skims the top of the building. And yes it is great that the tanks are still there.

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  3. Beautiful photo. It has that uniquely Australian feel.

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    1. Yes it does have an Aussie feel. We read of people heading off to France and Italy to restore old rural buildings but I somehow feel this one and many others in Oz are for the termites not a repair job.

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