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The other direction


This is looking in the other direction, early in the morning.  The weather ranged from raining, cloudy to warm and sunny.  But to we mountain folk it feels warm whatever the weather.

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  1. Love beach scenes. The early morning light and lone surfer just add to it.

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    1. I wonder about surfers, the way they just stand there staring at the sea. What is going through their minds? I was glad to have this one in the shot.

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  2. This is a lovely twilight shot of the beach. I like the surfer and you can see a tanker on the horizon too.

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    1. There seem to be tankers always on the horizon at this beach.

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  3. I'm so taken with that sky - the slight hint of pink which is also reflected in the incoming surf in the foreground. Beautiful photograph Joan and I love that lone surfer too.
    Oh, I'm going to ask you permission if I may have a copy of this one as well please. Still haven't gotten around to painting the Blue Mountains trees that you previously gave permission for, however, I am so inspired by this particular scene :D)

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  4. Made it worth getting out of bed early. Though it was helped by being at the very end of daylight saving so dawn was relatively late in the morning.

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