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This summer 1 of 10

On the road to Jenolan Caves

Its been raining lots - look at how green that grass is for the height of summer! I find it hard to get inspired to go wayfaring in soggy weather so in recent weeks we have just done a few short drives west of the mountains in places I have already photographed often.

So this is a mixed bag of 10 shots found this summer.

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  1. Getting soggier by the minute by the look of things!
    Everything has crisped up down this way.
    I have the sprinklers on this very minute.

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  2. Soggy and humid up here. Lines, patterns, colour and moo cows.

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  3. I thought you were rating Summer 1 out of ten. Look forward to the next 9 shots.
    I would rate summer 9 out of ten. I think it is the best time of the year and even if it rains lots(or floods) it is still the best season for me.

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  4. I bet there's another great series coming up. :-) I've heard about the floods in Australia. On the other hand, this is the hottest, sunniest and driest January I can remember here. I usually hate this month because of the lousy weather.

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  5. I am not keen on summer, and the further north I go, the less I like summer. However, I do adore Autumn and Winter.

    Now in this you have just about everything, as Diane notes. Even gates and rust

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  6. I agree Summer gets horrible up north and I like Autumn and spring best. But for me to enjoy autumn I need a warm summer ... otherwise it seems like and endless winter and 'between season's weather ... that is what we are having this year.

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  7. JM, send some of your hot dry weather this way for February please.

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