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Goulburn River bank

I always think grass is pretty.


  1. The rocks look like a giant snake head and that sticky bit of branch looks like his tongue.

  2. Lol - that is always so funny. I see this photo and think: ooh, that rock looks like an alligator ... I go to the comments and there is always someone who had already said the things I wanted to say.

    That's the price I pay for being always late with my comments ... too much on my plate during the week, :-(.

  3. This seems to be an especially feathery kind of grass

  4. A giant snake, an alligator ... I didn't see it at the time but do now.

    AB, I think you'll find the next shot is even more like feathers.


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