"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Musing: From The Cormorant in its Element by Amy Clampitt "Plummeting waterward, big black feet splayed for a landing gear, slim head turning and turning."
Oh, what a joy. We have sugar white beaches and no rocks here... just condos. I do miss the variety find at other seashores so this is wonderful to contemplate.
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
The Pinnacles, Broken Hill Clear blue sky is very dull! But there is something of interest in the image. These odd shaped mountains appear on the skyline just outside the city. I had planned otherwise for my closing sky today. On a hill outside town there are wonderful sandstone sculptures which I saw the last time I was here. I planned to photograph them against the setting sun but we left our run too late, so you don’t get to see them until our return journey.
Oh, what a joy. We have sugar white beaches and no rocks here... just condos. I do miss the variety find at other seashores so this is wonderful to contemplate.
ReplyDeleteOh the exquisite pleasure watching a bird open up its wings to the wind - at the same time opening up its frail chest to predators ...
ReplyDeleteAll three shots look fantastic and they perfectly match. Great collage, well done! I like the framing too.
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