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This time we were camped by the lagoon. Looking across its still water out to the sea.


  1. The South Coast is grand. Love Kiama, Gerringong and Berry. I will do more on Bermagui in the next coupla days, in between all this work for our major family reunion in 2011. Great fun, engrossing ... but sooo time consuming.

  2. I love this stretch of coastline too. The Sapphire Coast might be more stunning, but this area is both stunning and accessible.

  3. I'd love to have a go in a little row boat there.

  4. I would have never connected this landscape with Australia.
    Really good composed photo. I like the colouring, too.

  5. I love how the horizon is so far up toward the top edge of the frame. It really pulls the eye to the water nearby.

  6. I find myself coming back to this photo when I am at the final point of bridging from my work world to my art world. Ah - arrival back at the real home. smiling....

  7. Renee, thank you for telling me this. It is such a reward for my photography which is my own bridge from the work-a-day world.

  8. The reflections here make me anxious to get to our "other home" - less than two months to go!


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