Are you sick of reading about puppies and foals and bulls yet?
Have my Lovers of Old Stuff abandoned ship in the deluge of all things furry?
Do you miss rusty and dried-up and peeling?
(I shall spank anyone who makes a crack about those adjectives describing this blog author!)
Fear not friends…
I have discovered as-yet-unpublished images from the bowels of my external hard drive which I have meant to post here for ages…
…photos that have been gathering dust and growing cobwebs.
Kinda apt, one might say?
This is a window at one of the old pubs in a tiny town near Granite Glen.
It has pink bouganvillea creeping around it’s windows and festive lights draped haphazardly along the wall year-round…
I took these shots while waiting for Mr Incredible to pick up a carton of wine from the lovely owners of this pub, with kids asleep in the back seat of the Prado.
It’s what I do.
This is the miniscule timber church in the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it township where I went to school as a kid. We had Sunday School here, attended church services at Easter and Christmas here. The lawn was always mown and fresh native flowers decorated the alter (usually arranged by my green-thumbed Aunt Bon Bon).
This was the place I took one of my first communions.
Cool timber pews welcomed sturdy big bottoms and impatient little ones.
There is no lining on the walls and I was always fascinated by the shafts of light streaming in through the rarely-opened windows – highlighting the tiny particles of dust dancing in the air.
I love that it is unprepossessing – no ornate gold leaf here.
I like my religion unfettered by the grandiose human touch.
Actually, I like lots of things that way.
You might have noticed.
How ’bout you?
Are you drawn to the decorative or unadorned?