I don’t know what I can say about the amazing piece of architecture and museum known as the Australian Stockman’s Hall of Fame. What started as a germ of an idea of Mr Hugh Sawrey became a reality with the help of icons like RM Williams and other Australians. Opened by Queen Elizabeth II in 1988, the Hall of Fame houses 5 different galleries dedicated to stories of the untold heroes of the Aussie bush – stockmen, drovers, ringers, shearers, pastoralists and Aborigines.
Given my Dad’s history, I spent quite some time in there wandering, taking photographs and becoming emotional, yet again.
As we were there in the off season, I pretty much had the entire place to myself. I was told by staff that during the season they have up to 300 people there on any one day. I’m glad I got to go in the quiet. I wouldn’t have got the images I did if there were lots of people milling around. Not only was no one around, but it was also incredibly peaceful. Perfect for contemplation.
Because we had Pepe with us, Damian waited outside with him under the trees next to the Cattleman’s Bar and Grill, then we swapped. We both agreed we need to go back. As it was the off season, there were no shows to watch, but actually that was ok. I didn’t feel the need to do that anyway.
I’m signing off on this post now. Just enjoy the images.
In my next post, we head to Winton.
Cheers til the next post.
Vanessa and Damian