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Country Lines 1


On the way we stayed the night at Cowra. I took an early morning walk thinking perhaps there would be some good shots like at Mudgee recently because the caravan park here is also by a river.

Every town turns up its own delights. On the morning walk on the grassy sports oval I saw country lines ... so different from the sea lines I have done so often. There are to be more country lines before this trip is done.

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  1. Nice to see that comparison of sea/country.

    I like this sort of concept, which is so obvious when one looks through the view-finder, but to present as a post is a challenge. I like what you have done here. Like the electricity cable through the centre too.

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  2. The cable is actually a rope dividing up the playing fields for the day's play.

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  3. such a simple shot yet filled with magical complexities .

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  4. I think I've looked at similar vistas before - but didn't SEE the beauty of the lines. Great eye! I will look differently the next time.

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  5. This is wonderful and beautifully composed!

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  6. A really creative approach to the lines that surround us - light, shadow, leaves, rope.

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