many winters of wear
only memories of use
a forgotten craft
This nineteenth century post and rail fence at Koroit stands as a memorial to earlier farming techniques. Local timber was used to create a complete fence before wire became a standard fencing material replacing the rails. During the second half of the nineteenth century European settlers rapidly cleared this area in Western Victoria of natural trees to be used for houses, sheds, fences and firewood . The locality around Koroit and Belfast (Port Fairy), incredibly rich in volcanic soil, was intensively farmed in small holdings by immigrant Irish . A strong Irish culture is still evident in place names, the architecture of buildings, and the names of many local families and potato farming. Until the later twentieth century there also seemed to be a Catholic church in every small settlement.
The effect of time and weather on wood. A beautiful old fence. So glad it has been left in place.
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It is a memorial now. I was fascinated to see you had captured a similar top down image of an old post, it is such a different way to look at fences.
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Ah! I hadn’t realised before that the last photo was of the top of the post – wonderful!
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Thats why I was so excited to see you had been captured by the same imagery in your photo and immediately went back looking for my old post
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And what are the blue things dotting the field beyond the fence?
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Hi Melissa, they are seedlings in rabbit proof protectors.
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Ah, my first guess was trees but I talked myself out of it. Trust the gut always!
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This is the richest Irish Catholic cultural area in Australia so something to do with the Little people would have been plausible Melissa
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Awh! Great minds! Ha!
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Yes Sandra, across the photographic divide
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A lovely old fence. So nice to have reminders of years gone by…
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It was saved by fortune and now proudly reminds people of the C19th
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