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

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  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.

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

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

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

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  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.

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  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....

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  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.

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

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