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To me travelling is like a living geography lesson. I watch for the changes in the soil and terrain, the different native forests and the land use and try to recall a little of what I learnt in high school.

We found fields of milo sorghum ready to harvest.  Last year we departed several weeks later and saw only a few unharvested fields up in Queensland so I was glad to get a better shot this year.  I wanted to get a closeup of the seed heads but the field was fenced.

I also saw tell-tale signs of a cotton harvest, blobs of white along the roadside, but like last year were too late to see any unpicked fields.

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  1. I couldn't agree more with you regarding the first paragraph, Joan!

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    1. You have done many more travels and seen the great goegraphic diversity more than most.

      And yet you are a man of detail too with your exquisite shots of your home city.

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  2. The different textures come up well in the photo. Bet they rattle when the wind blows!

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    1. The wind wasn't blowing so I can't say. It looks all dry and rattly though.

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  3. I gained an A for Geography in the 1965 Leaving Certificate, and it has stayed with me ever since. That and having grown up in the country.

    Is the drink made from this grain?

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    1. I got an A for Geography too but being in love with Science at the time didn't follow it through.

      No the drink has nothing to do with the grain.

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  4. Yes, travelling is certainly a good lesson in geography, among other things. If possible, the slower, the better.

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    1. Yes I agree "Wayfaring" is best but sometimes a big broad sweep like we are doing on this tour is an education in the immense diversity of our landscape.

      We are picking spots we want to come back and do in more detail.

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  5. I too recall Geography lessons when visiting different landforms but I'm not much good with crops. Nice shot, colour and texture.

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    1. I am only guessing half the time with crops. It is very common for me to be asking my husband ... what do you think that crop is?

      However I do know this one from my youth and country shows.

      The crops/grazing and the ever changing natural vegetation is what interests me most. I don't have a good feel for geology.

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