In the high alpine country of inner Australia the tired old wooden hut still stands to shelter the weary wanderer in an unforgiving environment. Nestled amidst the weathered snow gums on a grassy plain it silently sits humbly blending into the landscape, perhaps waiting still for the old stockman Jim Brown to return.
The now melted snow has given way to green grass spongy underfoot in the peaceful wilderness, the air always crisply cool feels fresh against the cheeks and the chirping sounds of a red brown finch hoping between branches can be heard. Imagine the tranquil musings of the old stockmen who roamed these plains long ago, a quieter time of lazily grazing cattle and sure footed mountain horses. Of camp fires under the star strung skies, love letters carried in saddle bags to keep them company and fresh billy tea to keep the warm.
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This mans home is certainly his castle as well. Climbing the tree lined drive we view the magnificent historic housee with it's towered roof line and... View full product details
Deep in the forest, beneath the outstretched branches of towering fur trees lies the still cool waters of a grassy swamp bathed in the autumn... View full product details
Golden light streams down from the fading afternoon sky and almost purposefully illuminates this lone standing tree in a field of green. That perfect time... View full product details