This brings back some memories. I was stuck in Blackall in 1976 after some heavy rain, north of Blackall the road was dirt, or to be more specific, thick black sticky clay. The only thing moving out there was a woman on a horse heading back to her station about 15km away. We went back to Blackall to take up camp in the town camping ground, which was literally a house block of land with no house but a dunny plonked somewhere on the block. If I remember correctly, we were there for a few days before we risked the road; no warnings back then, you made your own decisions and either got through or got stuck.
This really looks like it was taken in the seventies/eighties going on the shorts and long socks the Stationmaster is wearing. Who says you cannot get a good picture in the middle of the day, I take my hat off to you with this one. Must've been a hot windy day going on his shadow, his tie and of course, the aforementioned shorts.
Enlarged within a whisker of getting the Grafmatic wheel in, yep, done that a few times. I have two Grafmatics, love them, but now I only use them with my hand held converted Polaroid camera. Great units but heavy and they pretty much have the same bulk as two DDS, so for the extra 2 sheets of film, I give mostly them a miss these days when shooting with my wooden 4x5" folder.