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Posted in Time Gentlemen Please with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 16, 2009 by Dean

Permanently!

Permanently!

Latest Series of 8ight images and this weeks theme…

Time Gentlemen Please – Five of 8ight

Wow! July 28th 2008 was the date of my very first post.
So there you have it. 365 pictures and posts later my ‘Picture a day blog’ draws to a close.

I will leave you with this pearl of wisdom.

Spotted rather appropriately on a pub wall. Quite fitting really as the last series of 8ight is…

Time Gentlemen Please.

See you over at Pomgonewalkabout

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Posted in Time Gentlemen Please with tags , , , , , , , on August 12, 2009 by Dean

Time Gentlemen Please

Time Gentlemen Please

Latest Series of 8ight images and this weeks theme…

Time Gentlemen Please – One of 8ight

So it begins the final countdown to the end of my 365 blog.

The final and shortened series of 8ight begins and rather fittingly the theme is ‘Time Gentlemen Please’

So only four more posts to go before my 365 project comes to an end, then it’s back over to my blog at Pomgonewalkabout.com.

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Posted in Sunset with tags , , , , , , on July 17, 2009 by Dean

Rare Medium Well Done?

Rare Medium Well Done?

Latest Series of 8ight images and this weeks theme…

Sunset  – Seven of 8ight

A pictures worth a thousand words so pull up a chair crack open a beer and how would you like your steak?

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Posted in Glad to be Alive with tags , , on August 7, 2008 by Dean
The Silver Streak

The Silver Streak

Excitement in the town today waiting for the arrival of the SavannahLander on it’s weekly return trip from Cairns to nowhere and back again. Okay “Nowhere” happens to be the little town of Forsayth at the end of the line. It’s a nice place.
Today I decided to join in and play tourist.

I waited by the bridge to snap a photo of the train as it crossed over Elizabeth Creek just outside of Mount Surprise. Didn’t take long, no use hanging about, there’s no more trains today.

Walking back into town following the line, the sun beating down, hat pulled down, camera bag on my shoulder. My shadow and noise of boots in the dirt reminded of the many young Australian men that would have made this same walk throughout the bush.
1914, Australia’s finest walking briskly alongside the railway eager to join up and serve their country in a foreign land and a foreign war? Many didn’t return.

In memory of them all I had a pint in the pub whilst waiting for the 11.45am train to Einasleigh.
Empty glass just in time. No whistle or flag but I knew the train was soon to depart by the mob of Grey Nomads charging the platform. I Don’t know about those young Anzacs but I nearly fixed bayonets as I battled to get a seat on the train.

Two hours up the track my Bush nurse was holding a clinic I had arranged a lift home with her.
Only been here a few weeks so I’ve seen nearly all there is to see in Einasleigh but there is a very fine old bush pub. So in memory of those brave Anzacs who gave their lives, I had another beer and a meat pie and caught the Nissan Patrol home!