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Macquarie River, Wellington

I was so interested and excited throughout this trip, looking at places we have visited before from a different vantage point. We have camped by the Macquarie River at Wellington a couple of times so I keenly awaited the railway bridge that I have photographed from the camping ground.

My camera was on automatic focus so it went quite mad trying to focus on something as we whizzed past the iron railings.

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  1. ... and so it focussed on the other bridge ;-) I can't count how often that as happend to me :-)
    This looks like a real nice train ride in a wonderful scenery (besides the other bridge ;-)) - I get wanderlust (ha, a German word that is really ancient to my ears) from looking at your train journey photos.

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  2. Yes, wanderlust is a good description of what Joan's journeys arouse. I like this "inside" photo, especially with its link to the "outside" photo.

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  3. This one is really cool and the scenery looks awesome!

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  4. Well, I love it. I'm drawn to this kind of work and I finally learned the word that describes the disorder: decontextualization. I love to transform a known image into something new and different and yet the same and this one fills the bill.

    I mentioned your blog on my post for today.

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  5. Martina and Julie, Wanderlust ... a lovely word. This trip has certainly left me wanting to catch another train.

    JM ... if I ever get to catch that train there is even more stupendous scenery to see.

    Paula ... thanks for much for the mention. I agree it is somethings interesting to do something a little different with the images, though to be honest I just took the photo and was pleased with the result rather than planning the result.

    Diane ... it's lovely to have you pop buy again.

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  6. I love this image--the focus works well with the composition, with the contrast of the blurriness and sharpness.

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