29 thoughts on “Down at the stockyards”

    1. We called them rail yards I think. There was an unused station near my place when I was growing up where old train carriages mainly were left to rot. Great playground. The station name was Pipita and we got there riding through Rookwood Cemetery, the largest in the southern hemisphere at the time.

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  10. the use of black and white heightens the nostalgia factor for me, the shot of the sagging posts reminds me that our shape and strength begins to ebb as we get older, Americans may associate the word “stock” with the rolling stock of a train, really liked this blog.

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