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Day is done


As the sun sunk behind the dune we made tracks back home to our camp. Another wonderful day is done. And that's it for this trip.

We are going back to Blue Mountains Journal for a week to meet some more people of the mountains before returning for a train trip to Dubbo.

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  1. Interesting isn't it, what can make a very evocative photograph? A feather, a scattering of tiny shells and some scraps of vine. Enables me to smell the salt ...

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  2. This would be great as a framed photo in a larger format. Yes, as Julie said ... . The title is great and now I am wondering if Australian birds undress at the end of the day *bg* ..

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  3. Beach combing is one of my most favorite things to do. Doing it with a camera is just as satisfying. You must have had a wonderful trip.

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  4. Another beautiful combination of pastel colours!

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