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Senuous scenery


We are on our way to the last small town of this tour.

Musing:
From Miss Killmansegg and Her Precious Leg. A Legend by Thomas Hood.
“Who hath not felt that breath in the air,
A perfume and freshness strange and rare,
A warmth in the light, and a bliss everywhere,
When young hearts yearn together?
All sweets below, and all sunny above,
Oh! there's nothing in life like making love,
Save making hay in fine weather!”



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  1. JulieMarch 1, 2009 at 2:42 PM

    Curves like this are sensuous, aren't they? This reminds me of scenery down Cooma way - except there it is punctuated by large rocks in the paddocks.

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  2. Joan ElizabethMarch 1, 2009 at 8:37 PM

    Yes it is like the scenery down that way. We lived in Canberra for 10 years and I used to enjoy driving around that countryside as much as I like going west over the mountains today.

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  3. UnknownMarch 2, 2009 at 12:48 AM

    This is another shot that could have been taken at southern Portugal in summertime! Amazing resemblance, except for the haystacks.

    Regarding your comment, Hell's mouth is not a blowhole, it's huge, pretty scary and dangerous when the sea is not calm as in the photos.

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