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By the lake


We are driving through familiar land, past my favourite lake on the way to Mudgee.  I say goodbye to its lovely waters and the undulating hills, wondering if I will find any on the way that please me quite as much as these.

We are in a new car which tows our van like a dream but it's giving me photography problems.  The windscreen tint is much darker than our old car so photos through the windscreen have a nasty colour caste.  And when I try to take photos out my side window the bigger rear vision mirror gets in the way.  I have to put up with these limitations because we are heading to Queensland where the roads can be narrow and verges steep,  so there is no chance of getting the van to pull over.

But there is a lot of New South Wales to go through first.

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  1. WinamJuly 4, 2013 at 5:22 PM

    Looking forward to sharing your journey.

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  2. head in the sun July 5, 2013 at 8:22 AM

    Didn't you just get a new car?!
    I know what you mean about those big mirrors - Mum and Dad's car has those.
    Be careful going around round-abouts, Mum had her view obscured by the mirror and got collected.

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    1. Joan ElizabethJuly 5, 2013 at 7:42 PM

      We've had this car for a couple of months but this is the first big tour with it so my first time trying to grab photos in transit.

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