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Tranquility 3 of 3

The early morning is so gorgeous by the water. Come on let's head down to the beach.


  1. Yes, as Martina said of the previous photograph, landscape like this is not that usually connected with Australia.

    I think the relaxing is working, judging from the images you have been able to craft.

    Early mornings are good ... repeat after me ...

  2. Wonderful yet again. However I haven't gotten up so early on a weekend for awhile!

  3. The early morning is lovely but the real reason I see it at the beach is because I am camping. By the time I've woken up enough to trudge over to the amenities I'm awake and have seen how nice it is.

    At home there is no risk of this. I look bleary eyed out at the dawn and head back to my warm bed.

  4. I really like these tranquility photos - they make me feel like I'm on a relaxing vacation by a lake.

  5. The still water surface is amazing on both this and the previous shot. Beautiful images!

  6. All three "tranquil" shots are superb


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