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I love the old bridges with girders that you find all over New South Wales.  That's the Murrumbidgee River we are about to cross.

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  1. Somewhere there is a web-site that I have stumbled across, where they detail all these old bridges - and their replacements. DMR ... their heirs & successors ...

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    1. I like the bridges but don't want to know that much about them!

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  2. I like that kind of landscape - all those hills and dales.

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    1. Me too. That's why I like the drive from Clandulla to Mudgee so much. We are always making excuses to do that trip when we are out at the block.

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  3. I love old bridges, too. I like how this one leads you deep into the picture.

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    1. For me there is a lot to love in this photo. I like the hill as much as the bridge. I agree it is the combo that gives this image its magic.

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  4. That's a great looking hill in this photo.
    It's a lovely soft shape with little furry eyebrows.

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    1. Furry eyebrows. An interesting analogy. The hilltop reminds me of the style found in Fred Williams paintings.

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  5. Pretty green and iconic bridge.

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    1. I was back in Canberra yesterday. The green seems to be fading.

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