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12. Corrugated Iron


Corrugated iron is everywhere in the country -- roofs, sheds, backyard chook houses (chicken coops),  water tanks.

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  1. Lovely colours, and lines, and clever use of focus. Reminds me of the washing hanging on the line at Easts Caravan Park in Wollongong.

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    1. I just typed a comment then is disappeared! Anyway I will try again.

      He he I seem to have a thing for sun-dried washing as well as old decaying stuff. Perhaps I am an old fashioned girl at heart .... except for a 40 year love affair with information technology!

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  2. An interesting shot for all the reasons Julie mentions.

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    1. A lot of these photos are quite old, back in the days when I spent more time caring about my images rather than simply pointing and shooting. Methinks it is time I got back to caring again.

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