I don’t know about you, but this old ute is a dubious form of transport, I doubt it would get very far. But, in its day it worked hard and in harsh conditions. It resides in the Gwalia Museum near Leonora, a testimony to the tenacity of the those who worked the district in a era of primitive machinery compared to today. Dubious, but grand. And I wonder the stories it could tell.
Paul,
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"أملك من الذكاء ما يكفي لتدمير حياتي بنفسي"
Questioning the conventional wisdom
Judaism, work, life, poetry, etc. Not code for "single and looking". This is not a dating blog.
Facets of Life- Poetry, Writing, Literature, and Philosophy
Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
A community page for those inspired by nature.
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Relax! Let your eyes wander and quiet your mind with some visual therapy. A picture is always more than you can see. You will also find my own illustrations, animations and sometimes short stories. You never know what you will find so make sure to come back.
The Voice of Reclamation
"أملك من الذكاء ما يكفي لتدمير حياتي بنفسي"
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If I were a younger soul, with an able body, I could fix ‘er up an …
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Yes, I felt that very urge, something about giving life to another ageing body
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ummm, are those bullet holes in the door? Just wondering …
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That wouldn’t be unusual out there, but no, they were merely rusting holes where screws and rivets had been.
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Phew! I think all the rust against the sky blue looks pretty cool; both a textural and a color contrast. Love that car!
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Sure does, I like your thinking
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