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Undulating 2


We are looking over the undulating land again.  The little lost building in the middle is my only "abandonded" shot on this trip.

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  1. I do like the soft undulations in this shot Joan, and the sun gently caressing the top of the far hill. Serenity and definitely solitude!

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    1. I enjoy "plotted and pieced" landscape as well as undulating landscape so this one hits two buttons as well as an abandoned building!

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  2. I've seen lots of abandoned buildings but for some reason this one looks so lonely and sad.

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    1. I am not quite sure if it is sad or simply solitary.

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  3. How lovely to see a green land-scape Joan and what a pity that little cottage is abandoned .... imagine the views from the kitchen sink.

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  4. So serene and restful on the eyes.

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