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3. Aerial views


There are not a lot of aerial views in my collection - I would like more - because the landscape is so fascinating in high from a small plane.  It was a toss up between the flight over the great salt pan of Lake Eyre in flood or this flight over the Whitsunday Islands.

In the end I picked the Whitsundays because of the colour and unexpected swirls in this shot. Taken towards the end of a short exhilarating flight over islands and coral reefs.

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  1. And a view I have not seen before. The colours and shapes are wonderful, Joan. I had a chopper ride over the Bungle Bungles which engendered the same feelings.

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    1. That would be great flight to take ... maybe one day.

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  2. The colours and shapes are glorious.

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  3. The colour of the sea up that way is to die for.

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  4. Stunning view. It all looks so unspoilt.

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    1. Actually the area is quite unspoilt. Even the resorts seemed to nestle into their islands.

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  5. What a gorgeous view! Fantastic shot.

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