Out in the snow-covered stillness, the old steel tractor stands — frost clinging to its frame, tyres half-sunk in frozen earth. Once it toiled beneath summer suns, its engine chugging through long days and golden paddocks. Now it endures the hush of winter, a monument to labour and time. Rust and ice meet on its flanks, and the land remembers every row it turned. There’s a kind of grace in its solitude — weathered, worn, but unyielding.
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Out in the snow-covered stillness, the old steel tractor stands — frost clinging to its frame, tyres half-sunk in frozen earth. Once it toiled beneath summer suns, its engine chugging through long days and golden paddocks. Now it endures the hush of winter, a monument to labour and time. Rust and ice meet on its flanks, and the land remembers every row it turned. There’s a kind of grace in its solitude — weathered, worn, but unyielding.
📍 High Country | #TractorInSnow #IronAndIce #RuralRemnants #WinterStillness #ToolsOfTime