Queensland State Archives posted a photo:
The Homestead Gate.
It swings idly on its hinges, the old fashioned gate, the sun and wind have long since scarred its surface and the once snow-white palings are now a sickly grey. It swings to and fro as though mutely protesting against its fate, for far up in the ridge the carpenters are camped – the carpenters who for weeks past have been busy at the new home. The old homestead, with its long rambling verandahs and passages and roof of iron and shingle, has been razed to the ground, and today a grand new structure proudly stands on the grave of the old home.
‘Tis a long stretch of years since the young owner brought his girl-bride to the homestead to face their new life in the big, still bushland. Every evening the bride would come to the gateway and lean on the snow-white railings