Photo Hunt In Memory

Trying to stay away from morbid themes. When I was little we had a blacksmith just down the road from our house. My mum used to take us for walks and we would watch him shoe horses. Dirty, hot and gloomy work. I have vivid memories of the huge bellows being used to heat up the coals. Our trip to Swan Hill in January brought us to the settlement where a recreated blacksmiths workshop was maintained as part of the many interesting historical displays. The blacksmith was just getting started for the day.




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