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Rainy skies


The rain on the rich red soil country around Canowindra made for interesting skys.

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  1. Watching rain moving in, especially on dusty ground is always delightful. I have to remember that this is your Fall season and not your Spring.

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  2. Watching and smelling ... I love the smell of approaching rain. And I love the effect it has on wildstock.

    Some of this land borders on parched, Joan. Letty will love these two shots!

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  3. I like the (almost) minimalistic shot divided in two! Rain can clearly be seen on the right. Fantastic!

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  4. Julie's right - I especially like the first shot.
    I love the teeny poofs of trees on the horizon.

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