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Kiama, caravan park

I've got a few more people shots to show you before going off sight seeing.

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  1. ... and you said you were finished with people shots... doesnt look like he is having a good morning...

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  2. I thought the people shots were done with for longer but when I prepared the sequence for this trip they seemed to fit best here. Most of these were taken before the mountains shots.

    BTW I am slowly becoming addicted to people ... there is such an element of serendipity in doing them.

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  3. Nice shot of the guy in contemplative mood.

    I almost did not notice the colour. It does not highlight here, as it does in the other photos.

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  4. The colour touch is perfect here!

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  5. He? hmm .. I thought "now this is an angry woman, Joan Elizabeth should be careful" ... ;-)
    I like the selective colouring.

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  6. It was definitely a he. I took the shot because of his interesting pajamas. I was quite a distance away so did not see the expression on his face until I got home ... which by the way was probably just because of the glare of the sun, he was very friendly like most people in caravan parks.

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  7. Why get up early in Kiama Caravan Park (or any cp) to fill your lungs and the surrounds with fumes! No wonder he looks pained.

    Glad the trays on utes are strong!

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