Grumpy and I headed out to Kulin for the annual bush races on Saturday. We didn't make it to the event because we were sidetracked by what the locals call the tin horse highway: a collection of, would you believe, tin horses scattered along about 20 klicks of road.
We decided we'd rather photograph every tin horse than see the real things being flogged around a dirt track. Of course, once you set out to do something like that, it turns into a complete drag. But years from now we'll be flicking through the family album, look at each other and smile and say, in unison, "Good times, baby; good times."
2 comments:
Those are so cool! And I like your title, too. That was always one of my favourite songs when I was a kid.
Thanks, Karen. There were 50-odd creations like these; all showing a great deal of imagination and humour.
Kudos to Kulin.
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