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Around the corner


Around the corner the rocks give way to a sandy beach.

Musing:
From Sea Fever by John Mansfield
"I must go down to the seas again,
for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
and the sea-gulls crying."
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  1. JulieJanuary 4, 2009 at 10:21 AM

    Y'know, Australia is a gorgeous country, isn't it? Yes, yes - there are other gorgeous places the world over. But ours is up there!

    This poem is such a complement to your image. The lime green of the distance field has a significant impact here.

    Lovely evocative image ...

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  2. JulieJanuary 5, 2009 at 9:21 PM

    JE

    On one of my reconfigured blogs, I am setting up co-contributors and I would be chuffed if you were to consider joining us. Here is the addy: http://one-hundred-strangers.blogspot.com/

    It is pretty much explained there ... I am asking a number of other Australian blogger/photographers - not just CDPBs. I will totally understand if you decline or if you wish to be added but sit on the sideline for a while ... just consider it ... please.

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  3. Joan ElizabethJanuary 5, 2009 at 10:22 PM

    Julie, yes Australia is a gorgeous country, confirmed to me once again on the My Country tour I did the week after the beach (the pics for this coming up soon).

    Regarding, the 100 strangers. I am chuffed that you have asked me. I see my mate bitingmidge is on the invite list too. Now, Pete and I are long standing friends in this pushing yourself to new things photographic game so if he's in I'm in. But I reckon I will be on the sidelines for quite a long time while I work up the courage ... I'm more scared than the lot of you. You can reach me on the email address in my profile.

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  4. JulieJanuary 7, 2009 at 6:23 AM

    Goodo ... shall send you an invite in just a few minutes ... then you can start when you are ready ... are you back up the mountains yet or still down the South Coast?

    I guess the big return to reality is next Monday ...

    Yep ... I knew that you and Peter had a relationship beyond the blogworld ...

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