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Back to Gulgong again, a mid-19th century gold mining town with a meandery main street, this time to focus on an old building, once a general store. It offers everything an old building ought to offer: rust, a somewhat foxed announcement in the window, peeling paint, mottling, ratty screens, split timber, worn corrugated iron, a bull-nose verandah and a glimpse of a mish-mash of old stuff through a door.





For a taste of the life of a country town mid 20th century, read Kenneth Slessor’s poem.

This is my contribution to DesleyJane’s RegularRandom challenge, a contrast to her 5 minutes with a city street, in beautiful sharp black and white.