nothing thursday + proston

the first place that i am going on a roadtrip to when i have my p's is proston. never heard of it you say? i didn't expect you to have. proston is a tiny little town out whoop whoop and the only reason you'd ever go there would be that you're staying at the nearby dam and you need some fresh eggs. lake boondooma is a fairly popular dam and is probably the only reason that proston can survive. from memory, it has a supermarket, pub, warehouse, newsagents, post office and a few other things. so it's not exactly tiny, but it's still in the middle of nowhere.
a few months back, dad and i drove into proston from lake boondooma for some groceries and to use the pay phone. we walked past two elderly men sitting outside of the supermarket talking. they gave us odd looks as we walked past and when dad asked the register lady in the shop about phone reception, she laughed at him. obviously out of the question. but i was actually fine with going a few days without my mobile, it was relaxing.
anyway, proston really stirred the creative section in my mind and i decided to locate a story of mine there. words do not express how badly i want to go back. there was an abandoned butter factory, a laundromat, closed and for sale and a butchers shop (also closed and for sale). so picturesque and i think i could write books upon books whilst sitting on the same seat as the elderly men.
looking back on the photos that i do have, i am kicking myself for not taking more. the ones that i do have, i adore. i miss proston.

ps. the photos are awfully edited, it's currently too cold to venture into my room for photoshop. 

'make yours a butter home' abandoned butter factory