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Morning golf 1 of 7

We have not been wayfaring much of late because we have been spending weekends trying to get our block at Clandulla under control.  A weekend or two ago we stayed overnight at the motel near Kandos golf course which seemed like an ideal place to take a morning walk.  So if you wish, tag along with me over the next week.


  1. I like this composition very much. The red/lilac on the weathered wood against the even more weathered bark makes it very interesting.

  2. Like Martina, it was the bark that captured my attention. I wandered through Hyde Park South yesterday for some upcoming posts, and was surprised to find bark this in there. This sort of bark shoots me back to the farm when I was a kid. A hardwood. Some sort of stringybark. I will think of it as I hang the washing out. Tootaloo ...

  3. Saves making a signpost. i like the shaggy bark.

  4. Tagging along with pleasure :D)


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