Call me OCD (Obsessive ‘Collector’ Disorder) but I can’t walk past a door or gate or any opening without noticing and photographing how people secure their property or belongings.
The sun beats down on us as we wander, mesmerised for hour after hour and oblivious of the heat from the harsh Australian sky. We search for yet another chrome emblem, more crazed, pealing, paintwork on rusty bonnets, all overgrown and hidden by tall grasses and guarded by silent snakes…
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