I’m sure that we humans are each afflicted with a boring passion, be it stamp collecting, train spotting or being detectorists (thanks Netflix for great comedy viewing ‘The Detectorists’). Mine is iron lacework spotting. No, I don’t nick the stuff, it’s too big. I just photograph it and hopefully remember where I saw it. Australia was once blessed with an era where every pub was gaily gussied up with swathes of prefabricated iron lace.
Now there must be people out there who could tell you the name of each pattern, which foundry produced it and when, but my addiction hasn’t sunk that far, yet.
Brace yourselves here goes… this is a house we found in Gundagai, NSW.