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Sea dreams


Yes I did enjoy this trip. And yes I am getting much more comfortable with salt water. We dreamt of returning soon and did a few weeks later.

But before that, it's time to check out what's been happening in the inland over at Blue Mountains Journal. I've decided to branch out to something quite new and post a series of B&W people shots.

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  1. This takes my breath away, Joan.
    The light and the shade ... and the air hole ... Ooo this is just wonderful.

    Now I want to go to the beach myself ...

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  2. As Julie said. Sea dream is really the appropriate title to this one ... huuuuuuu ... (that's my German sigh ;-))

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  3. ah yes i can feel the cool sand and warm air as i look at it.

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  4. Where's the pearl? :-)))
    Lovely clam pic.

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  5. This is beautiful. I am enjoying the beauty of these photographs very much. Colours are fantistic... funny that :)

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