
© irene waters 2015
A trip to the ukulele festival held at a deer farm outside Imbil led us to discovering the Poley’s Place of the north. Poley’s is a farm at Barrington that has country music festivals three times a year where people come from all over Australia to both play and listen to music, camping by the side of the Barrington River. The deer park was similar with the Mary River running alongside and camping spots dotted all around whilst music played. This weekend ukulele. In the concert hall we found apart from a sizzling barbecue lots of hats.

© irene waters 2015

© irene waters 2015

© irene waters 2015
Prepared for Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
I LOVE hats ! – but I will confess to preferring ’em less loved than these.
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To wear yes but think if hats could talk the tales these would have of the heads that wore them. XD
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That is indeed true. VERY. I retire, slightly discomfited … 😀
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I love hats. I love wearing them and photographing them!
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I think this was my first foray into hat photography and I love the concept of wearing hats but my head finds them too hot,
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Irene, these are cool odd ball photos for this week. Thanks ever so much for playing 🙂
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Thanks Cee. Always fun.
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Very unusual 😉
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Good recycling. Makes you wonder about the stories those hats could tell of the heads that have sat inside them. 🙂
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Great find.
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Most definitely.
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I admire the ability to create art out of the ordinary. I’m sitting in a coffee shop that has welded old metal parts to create tables, half-walls and interesting art.
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It is this kind of ingenuity that is remembered and photographed.
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My dad would say that many of these are caps, not hats, but whichever, makes for a good oddball.
janet
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Your Dad would of course be right. Dad’s usually are. Thanks Janet.
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Thanks Cee for picking my post to feature. I feel very honoured.
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Congratulations! I have selected this post to be featured on Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge.
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I hope you have a terrific week.
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Thanks very much Cee. I hope you have a great week also.
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Your are welcome Irene.
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Look at all of the amazing old hats and if they could only talk-what wonderful and interesting stories they could tell.
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I’d love to know some of those stories.
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