So many things can disappear without notice; the classic old fish’n’chips shop on the corner that for decades had its great old style advertising sign-writing painted over a drab, uniform cream; the classic old warehouse bulldozed for more concrete slab apartments. This afternoon I went out for a walk to try to capture some of the ordinary things around Oakleigh. The house next door before its demolition, the pioneer cemetery, the cobbled-together fences in the alleys, even the old electricity meter.
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