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Green scene


Dubbo is west of the Blue Mountains so we were travelling through country I have shown on other Wayfaring trips. I found it difficult to get good shots from a moving train so settled down to just enjoying the view. The pasture land was extremely green from recent rain and new spring growth.

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  1. Oh is does look lovely. Very much as Tassie looked. I am not used to seeing the western slopes green rather than brown. I love the undulating layers you have captured here. We use poplars so much as wind breaks but something tells me they are not native. "Weeds" in your parlance.

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  2. To me that shade of green is one of the loveliest. I love the feel of a train ride.

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  3. Julie, I like exotic trees, they give the countryside some variation from the endless olive green of gum trees. I generally don't think of them as weeds unless they have a habit of going feral ... do Poplars do that?

    I love the sight of willows along a river but they apparently break limbs which float down and start growing and extending themselves along the river and breaking down the river bank ... so unfortunately a weed. There are lots of eradication programs in place.

    Paula, I love the feel of a train ride too. It was so wonderful sitting back and seeing this scenery unroll ... while eating food from the buffet car ... I was really excited the whole trip. We will be doing the next one before 15 years are up.

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  4. Yes, I knew that about Willows - but I think Poplars are more well-behaved. They both have an attractive habit.

    You give a train trip such a nice feel.

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