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  1. Love it.
    The little tufts of grass, the tree poking over the hill.

  2. This is such an Australian scene to me - fantastic capture!

    Happy travels!!

  3. I like the minimalism of this shot. It's the shadows of the tufts of grass on the track that makes it for me. I reckon this would work well as a black and white photo too.

  4. Letty, I also like the placement of the tree.

    Winam, I agree that the shadows add an important element to the track ... makes it ladder like I think. At your suggestion I gave it a go in B&W but am not sure if the result is good. Perhaps because I like the red soil track too much.

    Susan and Red, thanks for your comments. It is lovely to have you visiting.

  5. I am with the shadows, too, :-). They were the first things that caught my eyes.

  6. I like the colour in this one ... and the tufts ... reminds me of the 'wire grass' of my childhood ... and taking the track around to the back paddock on the tray of Dad's ute ...

  7. This might be the most beautiful picture I've ever seen. So simple and yet so perfect!

  8. Absolutely beautiful blog! The photography, the presentation, the writing - all beautiful. Much continued sweet wayfaring to you!


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