Dating back to 1860s, the buildings of Gunning saw the coming and going of one of Australia's most significant highways, and with it witnessed the town grow into a major service hub before easing back into rural life once more.  The black and white photographs in some of the windows show how resolutely the town's buildings have remained, forever tying the town's people to their past.
Regular visitors to Gunning, newly arrived from Melbourne, waiting for their breakfast in the Merino Cafe.  The cafe is a nod to the town's historical role as a service station for the surrounding Merino sheep farms, formerly holding local pride of place on one of Australia's most significant highways.
"Look like I'm part of the town do I?  Well I've been here 75 years, so that might be it."
Keith, the town's archivist; and Doug, one of the local historians.
Keith is pictured here outside the old court house.  The building stands in its original location, by the side of the road that was once the main highway between Sydney and Melbourne.  The road still runs wide, predating cars and trucks, and built for horse and bullock-drawn wagons.
"Yeah, course you can take my photo, no worries.  But I've just gotta get some water from back there.  Hang on a sec."
"The old stationmaster's house.  That was a well regarded job.  Big business.  These days, if you want to get onboard the train you need to ring ahead so they'll stop and pick you up."
Doug has lived all around Australia, even a few years in the hills where I grew up in WA.  He moved to Gunning ten years ago from Pialligo, after watching industry gradually swallow up the neighbourhood.  He now lives in the old butcher's shop on the hill, and showed me around its largely untouched interior, complete with the original meathooks ringing the ceiling.
Doug's shed and Doug's dog.  "She's deaf as fuck, poor old dear.  Do you even know you're having your photo taken love?"
Ben the butcher.  I'd been told he was a looker.  I was drawn into his shop by the smell of his smoker.  Then I remembered that I was on assignment and couldn't carry a bag of meat around with me for the rest of the day.
Jan, in town to mind the pub for a few weeks.  Although no longer a local, she grew up in the convent on the hill, and then lived in and managed the pub for 25 years before leaving town.  Pictured here in the pub's original accommodation quarters, now used to house the live-in staff.  The old convent is visible from the pub's garden.
Craig, centre, owner of the iconic Bailey's Garage.  "Mate, if you want a unique photo, get a shot of this young bloke doing some work.  It's a rare occasion."

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