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  1. JulieJuly 30, 2009 at 8:49 AM

    Wow! That line of light down the ridge ... terrific.

    Now why is this smoke deeply affecting and the smoke from the funnels the other day quite offensive?

    Lovely lovely landscape ... you love of place radiates through.

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  2. AnonymousJuly 30, 2009 at 9:16 AM

    Beautiful landscape. Love the soft winter light!

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  3. Megan CoyleJuly 30, 2009 at 9:39 AM

    Thank you Joan for your kind comment!

    And I have to say, this photograph is absolutely beautiful--the lighting really sets the tone. Where is this exactly? It reminds me of Ireland.

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  4. Joan ElizabethJuly 30, 2009 at 10:55 AM

    Hi Megan, you are in Australia. A couple of hundred kilometres west of Sydney.

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  5. ABJuly 30, 2009 at 3:39 PM

    Nice shot. The smoking chimney adds to the rustic feel.

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  6. Joan ElizabethJuly 30, 2009 at 5:14 PM

    Julie, I think this smoke conjures up warmth,homeliness and a rustic lifestyle. The industrial smoke says work. Also, we want our industrialists to be good corporate citizens and get angry when they aren't. Let me hasten to add the industrial 'smoke' the other day was in fact water vapour.

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  7. SeanJuly 30, 2009 at 9:21 PM

    I think Julie took my first reaction. Wow, this really is a great shot. Everything about it. Really "feels" great!

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  8. UnknownJuly 30, 2009 at 11:02 PM

    Love the mountain lines here! Wonderful shades too.

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  9. ELKJuly 31, 2009 at 4:58 AM

    really an amazing feel to this image...essence of late afternoon in a beautiful spot!

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  10. JulieJuly 31, 2009 at 8:52 AM

    re the discussion on Strangers ... I agree that this style is your forte ... but you did good at the seaside last summer ... but with detailed landscape.

    You's just a country lass ...

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  11. Joan ElizabethAugust 3, 2009 at 9:47 PM

    Ah ha ... I've been off to the sea for a few days (south coast), giving it another go, though I did keep looking away from it into the farmland it was so green.

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