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Sheep country


Now I've shown you plenty of open sheep country that looks like this. Tomorrow I will show you something that appears in this type of country that I haven't shown you.

Musing:
To Sleep by William Wordsworth
"A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;

I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies
Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees,
And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.

Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth:
So do not let me wear tonight away:

Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!"

Comments

  1. I think this is the best of your sheep country photos. The colours in it makes it look like an Arthur Streeton painting.

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  2. Sheep are cool! :-)

    What is the strange structure in the upper left of the photo: looks like an unusual cloud formation with many black streaks ... something usual in the Australian sky I do not know?

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  3. Not a strange structure at all ... some pesky power lines inexpertly rubbed out.

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  4. Umpf, sorry, I didn't realize that. I always look at cloud formations and wonder how they evolve and what they might predict. Clouds are cool too, ;-)

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  5. Love this scene: captured so realistically. I saw lots of this: many more sheep than cattle. Did not get any though: my travelling companion was incredibly patient but I did not want to try her patience too much!

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  6. You've had some ripper shots of late Joan, I reckon some of my landscape things are getting better too, and if you cast your mind back a couple of years, I reckon that's entirely down to you!

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  7. Wonderful! Another scenery of southern Portugal! :-)

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