One of the pleasures I enjoy in life, apart from travelling and exploring out of the way places, is actually photographing remnants from Australia’s past. Old buildings, scraps of material from our early pioneering days, and old reminders of days long gone now.
This old church I have posted before under the blog of Captain Mackenzie,
This old church is situated in central Victoria, the state I live in, it was actually constructed over a hundred and fifty years ago, during the early gold rush days here in Victoria.
I love these pictures, as ever one tells a story just by its architecture and construction, and also the era it portrays. I don’t really have to write a story, I just let my imagination float free in Australian history.
Looking upon this old stone church that was erected in the mid 1800s, images come to mind, firstly it was erected when gold rushes were breaking out all throughout central Victoria. Days of gold miners chasing their dreams, early settlers and squatters looking for land and agriculture as a means of livelihood. These were the days of floods, droughts, fires and disillusionment.
This old church would have seen many weddings, funerals and christenings in those days, days before cars when horse and buggy were the norm, parties and wakes celebrated in the local shanty where rum and beer would be sold, purchased by money gleaned from the shiny elusive gold in the ground.
A time when bushrangers roamed the mountains and dirt tracks transporting the gold to the nearest major towns.
This old church tells a story all on its own, you only have to let your imagination roam free in the annals of history.