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4. Autumn


I adore Autumn and have lovely shots, including some really quite special ones from my own garden. But for a Wayfarer venturing west of the mountains perhaps the most noticeable are the many polars lining properties and entrances to country towns. They turn so beautifully golden as well as the Autumn light which also seems to take on a golden hue.

These poplars are in the town park at Molong, taken in the evening.

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  1. JulieDecember 5, 2014 at 9:42 AM

    I am amazed that Poplars do not come down more frequently in heavy wind and rain. This is a delightfully hued shot, Joan, Shows immense strength, as well as delicate fragility. More power to your eye ...

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  2. Joan ElizabethDecember 5, 2014 at 3:33 PM

    They are used a lot of wind breaks. Perhaps it is because they a thin they don't fall over. I understand they are deep rooted too ... that would keep them in the ground.

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  3. VickiDecember 6, 2014 at 7:34 AM

    So much to love about this photo -- colours, lines, shadows. texture.

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    1. Joan ElizabethDecember 7, 2014 at 3:59 PM

      I like to too ... even though I have tried with other Poplar stands I just haven't been able to capture the season and mood as well as I did in this one.

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  4. vivianDecember 10, 2014 at 2:29 PM

    Fall is also one of my favorite times of the year, love the changing of the seasons and all the beauty that if brings, love your photography. Thanks for sharing.

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