In the before times I would have driven past with little more than a cursory glance.

But now its like, that shed wants to be photographed and pulling over and walking back 200 metres, and climbing an embankment of snake-infested spear grass and being too far back for the 35mm and smelling the fresh cut paddock and considering an attempted straddle of the electric fence to get closer and thinking better of it and firing off a couple of shots and wishing the light were a little more golden and walking 200 metres back to the car and pulling bindis out of my socks and THEN driving on.