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Beach Road - A Road the Beckons

Beach Road is one of the roads in the caravan park we were staying at.  The beach always beckons.



  1. Yes the beach does. Love how you included leaving your shoes at the door.
    Great Fraser island photos too.

    1. Not out shoes. Someone forgot to take their's home :-)

  2. That last photo reminds me of an oil painting.

    1. I thought that too. The light was getting just right for good photos. Hence a few more shots tomorrow.

  3. Beautiful photos!
    Greetings, RW & SK

    1. Greetings to you to. I see you are newcomer to this space.

  4. Amazing how brush turkeys seem so exotic when you don't normally see them - but to the locals they're a pest!

    1. Yes they can be a nuisance but I still like them.

  5. The bottom shot is so beautiful and what a fantastic bird on top!

    1. Yes it is a lovely bird but they show no fear of humans and can be quite brazen ... they used to invade my in-laws kitchen regularly. The other thing they do is scratch up big piles of leaf litter to make their nest. In the suburbs that can be a nuisance when they scape up all the garden mulch.

      But they don't live in my area so I can view them fondly.

  6. I saw a bush turkey crossing the main street of Noosa!
    At the zebra crossing!


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