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Rocky outcrops


I always like the rocky outcrops along the road. There are quite a lot around here.

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  1. looks a good hideout for bushrangers

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  2. Love rocky 'islets' whether on water or land. The different shades of browns and greens are lovely.

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  3. Rocky outcrops always add a lot of character to the land. Good homes for the little creatures and hardy plants.

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  4. JM, I had not thought of the rocks by the sea but I like that thought.

    Diane, rocks say that to me too ever since I saw Thunderbolt's rock as a kid.

    Susan, it amazes me not so much that trees find a foothold in a rock crevice but how they manage to grow there.

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  5. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with 'L'.

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  6. Julie, I dunno what you are spying!!

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