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Bylong Valley View

It's a pretty drive with mountain ranges on either side of good quality rural land.  The green summer grass, boosted by the ample rain we have received this year, is giving way to drying seed heads.  OOh I like grass seed.


  1. And your header is the Bylong Valley, too ??

    We KNOW you love grass seed ... and doesn't it look wonderful with the sun behind it. The countryside is glorious, I agree. I can understand why you ceased 'recording' at Singleton.

  2. And I like this photo ... with the different layers of grass, pasture, trees, hills, sky and the animals silhouettes.

  3. A great rural scene and nice focus on the grass seeds.

  4. It looks very peaceful.

    I need to get a better handle on all your blogs--it looks like you are busy with the others when you aren't updating here.

  5. Julie, my header? If you mean the background image ... that is the Flinders.

    Mary Ann, I'm trying to reduce my compulsive blogging behaviour this year hence the occasional break when i doing something more intensive over on the other blogs ... also with me being out at Clandulla more often and my current work contract has less flexibility so not as much Wayfaring is possible,

  6. Oh, I'm sure I'll get the hang of it sooner or later. :) I don't want to miss out.

  7. Gorgeous photo. The epitome of summer.


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