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With the church spire poking through it looks so Old World. I'm going to take you to the Farmer's Market at the church a bit later in the sequence.

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  1. Oh yes, changes the scene quite markedly. Howewver, it is still unmistakably Australian.

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  2. The landscape and the colours look a lot like England to me.

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  3. Your lovely photo invites a leisurely stroll over the paddock, through the trees and out on to the church grounds :D

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  4. The distant spire looks great there. Great composition.

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  5. Exactly what I thought: could be in Germany as well. I wonder what Julie sees as unmistakably Australian, ;-). Please tell me, yes?

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  6. Martina, the iron-bark tree in the foreground, the mix of trees along the creek in the mid-ground and the blue of the eucalyptus rising from the hills beyond.

    I think this all to be not 'lime' enough for Europe.

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  7. Great composition. It is great to see some old towns are still in good shape after seeing the ruins in SA.

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  8. Julie, thank you very much. Of course I didn't recognise the iron bark tree - definitely some tree you won't find in Germany in the middle of the landscape ;-). While mixed forest and "blueish" mountains - this (i.e. the photo) could very well be one of the low mountain ranges in Central Europe.

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