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I'm just loving this frost.  Hope you aren't tired of it yet.

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  1. Together with the dollop of Magpie poop!

    No wonder that fence-posts crack over time, hey.

    Nope, I love the frost. Shows a depth to the Australian seasons that might otherwise pass me by. Not many frosts in Paddo ...

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  2. beautiful! I love all of your photos - I subscribe via google reader and often press 'like', but I don't know if you ever receive that feedback.... God bless you on this beautiful frosty autumn-tree-coloured day! Roz

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  3. Roz no I didn't know about those likes. I must find out how I can see them. Thank you so much.

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  4. Julie surprisingly I dont see much frost in Lawson, hence the delightbin this white frost. I agree the dollop of poop makes the shot just right.

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  5. Keep them coming. Wonderful composition.

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  6. Love the detail! Also the universal appeal - it could be anywhere!!

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  7. I'll never get tired of looking at beautiful shots like this.

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  8. No never get tired of your frosty shots as long as I don't have to suffer the cold.

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  9. You could never make me tired of any of your shots.
    We are seeing everything through your eyes :D)

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