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Victoria Square, Adelaide
Food trucks parked on the northern fringe of Victoria Square.
Victoria Square, Adelaide
Food trucks parked on the northern fringe of Victoria Square.
Glenelg Cinema final screening
Colour digital photographs of the last night of a screening at the Glenelg Cinema Centre and its subsequent demolition. Selected images on original disc; complete set available online.
Volunteer Defence Corps, Victor Harbour Unit
Group portrait of the Volunteer Defence Corps, Victor Harbour Unit of 1945. Taken outdoors with a truck in the background. Back row: L/C F. Keen, Pte. A. Jackson, Pte. H. Lewis, Pte. L. Tapley, Pte. J. Wicker, Cpl. H. W. Barnett, Cpl. K. Rumbelow, L/C E. Coote. 2nd row: Pte. H. Lovell, Pte. H Welch, Pte. J. Stone, Pte. C. Plush, Pte. M. Chibnall, Pte. F. Bailey, Pte. C. Bailey, Pte. R. Tugwell. 3rd row: Pte. S. Lukeman, Cpl. R. Thorpe, Pte. R. Thiselton, Cpl. F. Cornish, Pte. J. Tiller, L/C H. Basham, Sgt. J. Adison, Pte. R. Coote. Front row: Q.M.S. A. Deacon, S/Sgt. M. Meyer, Capt. W. White, Lieut. R. Lewis, C.S.M. H. Halliday, Sgt. E. Lintern, Lieut. G. Harrold. Absent: A. E. Tregonning.
New suburb in Roxby Downs
Prefabricated houses in a new area of Roxby Downs. The photographer writes about Roxby Downs, "I came across Roxby Downs in January 2013 after working in Oodnadatta and William Creek, like most mining towns Roxby Downs has a very clean and well ordered feel to it. If Coober Pedy is the wild west of the mining outback then Roxby Downs is the corporate core. A town built to house the miners of what is set to become the largest mine in the world. Extremely well paid employees are pulling copper, gold and uranium out of the ground in vast quantities. Instead of beat up trucks and utility vehicles Roxby streets are lined with 4x4s that have never seen anything other than tarmac. The streets are lined with green and manicured grass and there is not a real local in site. The town was purposely built in 1988 to service the Olympic Dam mine which is owned by BHP Billiton, it's 550 kilometers north of Adelaide and 250 kilometers north of Port Auguster: It's a semi isolated community of 4500 people with an average age of 29 years, it also has one of the highest birth rates in the country. During the day the surrounding streets seems to be deserted due to the fact that a large number of the residents are shift workers at the mines, and the summer heat in the desert is un-bearable. I found it really relaxing to wander around the older parts of Roxby Downs in the evenings following the tree lined streets which wind there way though the red sand dune that envelope the town. I was surprised about the amount of wildlife that can be seen around the street such as emus, lizards, and parrots. The town is also expanding with new suburbs popping up on the southern side of Roxby Down, due to practicality the houses are pre-fabricated and all look the same, I found that this gave these new streets a very clinical feel. In time this will soften with the growth of trees and vegetation. I really like the main street of Roxby Downs, Norman Place is where the culture center can be found along with the cinema, the community radio station, library, and restaurant, and child care facilities all housed in the same building. At the top of the Richard Place, is the Roxby Downs Oasis Motor Inn, its white circus like tent roof can be seen from most parts of the town, I was really taken back once I entered the complex and found an in ground swimming pool in the center of the complex surrounded by two stories of rooms and restaurants. All in all, my stay in Roxby Downs was a pleasant one and I think that it will be a great place to base myself next time I am working in that part of the state."
Emus roaming around Roxby Downs
Two emus roaming around Roxby Downs. The photographer writes about Roxby Downs, "I came across Roxby Downs in January 2013 after working in Oodnadatta and William Creek, like most mining towns Roxby Downs has a very clean and well ordered feel to it. If Coober Pedy is the wild west of the mining outback then Roxby Downs is the corporate core. A town built to house the miners of what is set to become the largest mine in the world. Extremely well paid employees are pulling copper, gold and uranium out of the ground in vast quantities. Instead of beat up trucks and utility vehicles Roxby streets are lined with 4x4s that have never seen anything other than tarmac. The streets are lined with green and manicured grass and there is not a real local in site. The town was purposely built in 1988 to service the Olympic Dam mine which is owned by BHP Billiton, it's 550 kilometers north of Adelaide and 250 kilometers north of Port Auguster: It's a semi isolated community of 4500 people with an average age of 29 years, it also has one of the highest birth rates in the country. During the day the surrounding streets seems to be deserted due to the fact that a large number of the residents are shift workers at the mines, and the summer heat in the desert is un-bearable. I found it really relaxing to wander around the older parts of Roxby Downs in the evenings following the tree lined streets which wind there way though the red sand dune that envelope the town. I was surprised about the amount of wildlife that can be seen around the street such as emus, lizards, and parrots. The town is also expanding with new suburbs popping up on the southern side of Roxby Down, due to practicality the houses are pre-fabricated and all look the same, I found that this gave these new streets a very clinical feel. In time this will soften with the growth of trees and vegetation. I really like the main street of Roxby Downs, Norman Place is where the culture center can be found along with the cinema, the community radio station, library, and restaurant, and child care facilities all housed in the same building. At the top of the Richard Place, is the Roxby Downs Oasis Motor Inn, its white circus like tent roof can be seen from most parts of the town, I was really taken back once I entered the complex and found an in ground swimming pool in the center of the complex surrounded by two stories of rooms and restaurants. All in all, my stay in Roxby Downs was a pleasant one and I think that it will be a great place to base myself next time I am working in that part of the state."
Cultural precinct of Roxby Downs
View of the cultural precinct of Roxby Downs. The photographer writes about Roxby Downs, "I came across Roxby Downs in January 2013 after working in Oodnadatta and William Creek, like most mining towns Roxby Downs has a very clean and well ordered feel to it. If Coober Pedy is the wild west of the mining outback then Roxby Downs is the corporate core. A town built to house the miners of what is set to become the largest mine in the world. Extremely well paid employees are pulling copper, gold and uranium out of the ground in vast quantities. Instead of beat up trucks and utility vehicles Roxby streets are lined with 4x4s that have never seen anything other than tarmac. The streets are lined with green and manicured grass and there is not a real local in site. The town was purposely built in 1988 to service the Olympic Dam mine which is owned by BHP Billiton, it's 550 kilometers north of Adelaide and 250 kilometers north of Port Auguster: It's a semi isolated community of 4500 people with an average age of 29 years, it also has one of the highest birth rates in the country. During the day the surrounding streets seems to be deserted due to the fact that a large number of the residents are shift workers at the mines, and the summer heat in the desert is un-bearable. I found it really relaxing to wander around the older parts of Roxby Downs in the evenings following the tree lined streets which wind there way though the red sand dune that envelope the town. I was surprised about the amount of wildlife that can be seen around the street such as emus, lizards, and parrots. The town is also expanding with new suburbs popping up on the southern side of Roxby Down, due to practicality the houses are pre-fabricated and all look the same, I found that this gave these new streets a very clinical feel. In time this will soften with the growth of trees and vegetation. I really like the main street of Roxby Downs, Norman Place is where the culture center can be found along with the cinema, the community radio station, library, and restaurant, and child care facilities all housed in the same building. At the top of the Richard Place, is the Roxby Downs Oasis Motor Inn, its white circus like tent roof can be seen from most parts of the town, I was really taken back once I entered the complex and found an in ground swimming pool in the center of the complex surrounded by two stories of rooms and restaurants. All in all, my stay in Roxby Downs was a pleasant one and I think that it will be a great place to base myself next time I am working in that part of the state."
Oasis Hotel, Roxby Downs
Swimming pool of the Oasis Hotel at Roxby Downs. The photographer writes about Roxby Downs, "I came across Roxby Downs in January 2013 after working in Oodnadatta and William Creek, like most mining towns Roxby Downs has a very clean and well ordered feel to it. If Coober Pedy is the wild west of the mining outback then Roxby Downs is the corporate core. A town built to house the miners of what is set to become the largest mine in the world. Extremely well paid employees are pulling copper, gold and uranium out of the ground in vast quantities. Instead of beat up trucks and utility vehicles Roxby streets are lined with 4x4s that have never seen anything other than tarmac. The streets are lined with green and manicured grass and there is not a real local in site. The town was purposely built in 1988 to service the Olympic Dam mine which is owned by BHP Billiton, it's 550 kilometers north of Adelaide and 250 kilometers north of Port Auguster: It's a semi isolated community of 4500 people with an average age of 29 years, it also has one of the highest birth rates in the country. During the day the surrounding streets seems to be deserted due to the fact that a large number of the residents are shift workers at the mines, and the summer heat in the desert is un-bearable. I found it really relaxing to wander around the older parts of Roxby Downs in the evenings following the tree lined streets which wind there way though the red sand dune that envelope the town. I was surprised about the amount of wildlife that can be seen around the street such as emus, lizards, and parrots. The town is also expanding with new suburbs popping up on the southern side of Roxby Down, due to practicality the houses are pre-fabricated and all look the same, I found that this gave these new streets a very clinical feel. In time this will soften with the growth of trees and vegetation. I really like the main street of Roxby Downs, Norman Place is where the culture center can be found along with the cinema, the community radio station, library, and restaurant, and child care facilities all housed in the same building. At the top of the Richard Place, is the Roxby Downs Oasis Motor Inn, its white circus like tent roof can be seen from most parts of the town, I was really taken back once I entered the complex and found an in ground swimming pool in the center of the complex surrounded by two stories of rooms and restaurants. All in all, my stay in Roxby Downs was a pleasant one and I think that it will be a great place to base myself next time I am working in that part of the state."
Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Daybreak at the Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Inside of the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta, with horseshoes hanging from the rafters. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Inside the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
Lynnie Plate at the Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Lynnie Plate having a morning coffee inside the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
Signs at the Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Assorted signs and local information outside the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
The Pink Roadhouse viewed in the evening, Oodnadatta
Evening view of the outside of the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
Field hospital, possibly Rouen, France
Uncaptioned photo on French postcard (carte postale) of the exterior of a large stone building complex, possibly the military field hospital in Rouen where W.H. Allison recuperated before being moved to Southmead Hospital in Bristol, England. Men in uniform are standing next to a truck. In the foreground, a sign attached to a tree reads 'In' with an arrow pointing to the building. A large canvas tent is visible at left, and a church is on the right.
Two men on way to Plumbago
Plant, truck, caravan, and two men on the way to Plumbago relating to Price's contract. To see a selection of photographs in this collection, search on Archival number PRG 1642/13.
1271 South Road, St. Marys
Crown Lift Trucks at 1271 South Road, St. Marys. To see a selection of photographs in this collection, search on Archival number PRG 1631/44.
Edna Gridley
Edna Gridley holding melons or pumpkins in a market garden at Marion. To see a selection of photographs in this collection, search on Archival number PRG 1631/45.
Construction at Port Adelaide docks
Black and white photograph of construction material, trucks and workmen on the docks at Port Adelaide, with a ship in the background.
Tuna float
A float with children hanging fishing poles off the side of a truck, possibly for a Christmas pageant, in Port Lincoln. To see all photographs in this collection, search on Archival number PRG 1605/9.
Port Adelaide dock yards
Black and white photograph of trucks and timber at the dockyards at Port Adelaide.
Loading crates at Port Adelaide
Black and white photograph of men loading, or unloading, small crates using a tractor crane from the rear tray of a truck parked in a shed at Port Adelaide.
Burra Mine pit
View of the pit at the Burra Copper Mine, taken on instant film, with trucks and machinery at the bottom.
Coola Homestead
Coola Homestead and front gate, near Mount Gambier, possibly taken by Clem Smith. To see a selection of photographs in this collection, search on Archival number PRG 1642/13.
Market garden ladies
Market garden ladies of Marion including Edna Gridley. To see a selection of photographs in this collection, search on Archival number PRG 1631/45.
Unloading bagged wheat, Port Broughton
Unloading bagged wheat from the horse and trolley to a railway truck to take it down the jetty during the Jubilee 150 celebrations at Port Broughton. To see a selection of photographs in this collection, search on Archival number PRG 1561/86.
Arch Smith on a Harley Davidson
Arch Smith on a Harley Davidson in front of a Harley Davidson truck at Sellicks Beach. The original image has been duplicated onto a postcard for the Jubilee 150 Sellicks Beach Races Re-enactment in 1986. To see a selection of photographs in this collection, search on Archival number PRG 1561/86.
Grading platform, Coola Station
Coola Station grading platform and woolshed, possibly taken by Clem Smith. To see a selection of photographs in this collection, search on Archival number PRG 1642/13.
Loading cargo, Dead Sea
Men loading cargo into a boat from a truck parked on a jetty at the Dead Sea during World War I.
Mercedes Holiday campervan.
Part of a collection of photographs taken over time of various places and events in South Australia by Stephen Giles, this features a Mercedes 'Holiday' campervan at the Caravan and Camping Show at Wayville Showground.