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Harvest is in


The fields are cut, the harvest in.

Man looking wistfully at the gathering clouds, "The crop got off to a good start but there was no follow up. If it had rained a month ago there would have been big money in the town for Christmas."

Oh how they must be enjoying the current widespread rain, even if it is a little late and is now causing floods!

At Julie's request I have added a link to a map of the trip to the sidebar. I will put the photos along the track every few days as we move along.

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  1. Happy New Year! I'm looking forward to seeing more of your excellent photos this year.

    This one is lovely - those golden plains are quite extraordinary.

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  2. Great minimalistic work! Love it!

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  3. Love the map!!
    I didn't know you could do that with google maps.
    Aren't the light and dark lines in the paddock effective - how do they get them like that?

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  4. A long trip indeed. The map puts it in perspective.

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  5. Hi.

    Found your blog about a month ago, and it's great seeing what another country looks like through the eyes of an acutal resident, as opposed to seeing something on the television or the movies.

    Hope you have a safe and fantastic road trip.

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  6. Letty, I didn't know you could do it either but did a quick google search to find out the best way to do a map for Julie and hey presto I found this capability.

    Regarding the light and dark lines I am pretty sure it is because the harvester cuts in one direction and then goes back the other direction which makes the stubble lie differently.

    Did you notice they have do the same thing with the way they cut the grass on top of Parliament House.

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  7. G, welcome glad you are enjoying the blog.

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  8. That map is inspired, Joan. Such a useful adjunct even for us residents. I had absolutely no idea it was available out there. Well done, you.

    I agree about the minimalist quality of this painting. So reflects this expansive country of ours.

    When I opened up Wayfaring this morning, the palette just hit me in the face. Gorgeous.

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  9. PS You had me blushing last night. But I thank you for the kind words ...

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  10. Farming is a brave pursuit. My husband spent the first 12 years of his life on a rice farm and it has left an indelible mark on him.

    wv unhog

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