I don't know that I'll ever stop being drawn to the beauties of corrugated iron, so I won't say this is the last post. I managed to put an end to an obsession with Warsaw doors and windows and plasterwork and stone patterns, simply by running out of subject matter, but in Australia corrugated iron is everywhere, and it always draws my eye. Roofs, houses, farm sheds, business premises, ceilings for dog lounges. There are other attractions too: the landscapes the buildings sit in; the details of buildings put together higgledy piggledy; the rust patterns; the traces of disappearing paint.


On the Mt Lindesay Highway


Stanthorpe, from the IGA


en route to Casino




Ceiling of the Liston dog lounge


Near my daughter's