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My favourite things


It's been ages since our trusty little caravan last took us wayfaring. So I have decided to fill the gap with a series of posts on the themes that seem to recur in my blogs, my favourite things.  The plan was to run with 50 favourite things to the end of the year.  Narrowing the list down to 50 was hard enough, then trying to choose my favourite in each category from the thousands of photos I have taken was a further challenge.  It has taken me so long there are no longer 50 days left in the year!

But we will run the the idea anyway.  Here's what is coming up in alphabetical order.  I hope you enjoy the series.

abandoned houses
after fire
arial views
autumn
bark
beach
big sky
birds
boats
cafes
Christmas
corrugated iron
country churches
country lines
country People
country towns
crops
farmland
ferny places
forest
frost
grass trees
leaves
lichen
lookouts
mail boxes
manicured gardens
meadows
mighty rivers
misty mornings
moss
mountain mist
mountains
natures art
old cars
railway stations
rainforest
remarkable trees
rocky creeks
sea lines
shearing sheds
sheds
small creatures
stone steps
summer grass
trains
waterfalls
webs
wildflowers

windows

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  1. You must have a steel trap filing system for your photographs. Love the list. I shall try to be devoted ...

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    1. I use Aperture which is Apple software. But generally don't do much about labelling photographs with keywords. That's why it took me so long to get this idea started. I had to apply keywords to the likely suspects then after that go thru each keyword and pick the winner.

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