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It certainly is. Marie was referring to Oh Savannah, don’t you cry for me– a piece from January 2017 about my ride across far north Queensland on the train called the Savannahlander and a yarn therein about a nicely framed racing photo on the wall of the Railway Hotel at Almaden, a fly speck on the map in mining country at the western edge of the Atherton Tableland. It’s a marvellous picture of a horse called, appropriately enough, Up the Creek, going flat chat and winning a race quite literally by the length of the straight. In fact, as matters turned out, it was, as you can see below, a one-horse race.

Marie took the picture and I took a picture of the picture, which was pretty well useless because of the reflections in the glass. But I threw it in my post after many fruitless hours combing the web for both Marie and the original photo, adding that I might give her a call if I could muster enough energy to track her down. e85 gas stations colorado Of course I never did. She found me instead.

Her note to me included her phone number, so this time it was no effort at all. What happened? My audience, while perfectly formed, is notoriously small. It was simple, really, she had gone looking on the web for her own picture and came up with the booby prize. The picture itself is still nowhere to be seen – and that was a surprise to her, too, because it has been sold all around the world. “Hundreds and hundreds of them,” she said. You’d think it would be around somewhere. gas law questions and answers It seems not.

Let’s backtrack a little. The picture on the pub wall (I assume it’s still there) is headed: “Almaden Race Club – Queensland 75th Anniversary – May 1996”. The caption underneath states: “Railway Hotel/Class 4 Handicap 1200 metres. Winner: Up the Creek. electricity in human body wiki Jockey: Gary Morrisson. Photo: Marie Low”. gas and electric credit union Mine host gave me his version of the story. Three horses had actually gone to the barrier for the race. One broke down before the start and never came under starter’s orders. The other two jumped and headed off towards the turn into the straight – whereupon Up the Creek’s rival ran off the track, leaving G. Morrisson to pilot Up the Creek home alone.

Marie’s recall is slightly different: “The race attracted only two starters. electricity icon The odds-on 4/9 favourite, Forever Ruling, dislodged jockey (Milo McDuff) at the start, leaving 2/1 outsider Up the Creek (Gary Morrissey) to continue unchallenged, urged on by the boisterous crowd. The surprised jockey encountered and caught the favourite coming back the other way and returned to scale with both starters.”

That’s a little par Marie sent me with a copy of her photo of the finish. She’s a good old country journo, so you can rely on the detail – except “Morrissey”, unless, of course, the caption on the framed pic is wrong. Neither makes an appearance on the web when you type his name into a famous search engine. That’s about the only unsurprising thing about this tale.

The story of the race that wasn’t makes her snap a great picture but I reckon there’s more to it than that. She’s captured one of those images that creeps up on you the more you look at it. There’s something about it, apart from the obvious. It reminded me of all those Pro Hart paintings of country race meetings, and their evocation of an Australia that exists to a majority of Australians only in myth. gas efficient cars under 5000 Look at the people in Marie’s photo and their setting – the hats, the shirts, the galvanised iron judges’ box, the rough timber railings. It’s Banjo Paterson, Henry Lawson country.

Not many there, it seems. But if you could go behind the stand where Marie was perched, you’d find lads and lassies from far and wide in their party finery having a day out. A few tough, well seasoned nags would be half asleep in their galvanised iron stalls. The country bookies who’ve travelled many a dusty mile to be there would be up on their stands calling the odds for $2 bettors. Nobody makes much money at the bush tracks (except maybe the publican) but that’s not the point. electricity news in nigeria The community event is what it’s all about, and somehow Marie has captured it in her picture of the one-horse race.

The thing is Marie wasn’t even the official photographer for the day. Her husband, John Snape (known naturally as Snapper), was – that’s him working down on the fence next to the judges’ box – and she was, this time, just along for the ride. She worked for the Cairns Post and usually had to cover the races in town while John went bush. “We had so much fun at the bush races in North Queensland,” she said. “John was a race photographer for many years.”

The Almaden publican told me Marie had won an award for the photo. I assumed that meant a Walkley, the major award in Australian journalism, and that’s where I went wrong. I couldn’t find her name in the winners’ lists for either 1996 or 1997, so I said in my original piece she hadn’t won anything. Not so – the picture was a finalist for a Walkley, missed out but, deservedly, won Australian Racing Photo of the Year, sponsored then by Foster’s Brewing.

Marie was originally a Brisbane girl whose first job in journalism was on the Queensland Times in Ipswich. Yours truly grew up in Ipswich and did his cadetship at The Courier-Mail in Brisbane. gas x ultra strength directions She now lives in Gunnedah where she had a stint as editor of the Namoi Valley Independent and now plies her trade part-time looking after journos on Fairfax Media newspapers all over the New England Tableland region.