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At Lake Lyall, Lithgow's water supply.

That's it for this trip. If you go over to the Blue Mountains Journal for the next couple of weeks you can see what I've been up to at home.
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  1. SeanAugust 1, 2009 at 7:51 AM

    This is an interesting and nice pic... whichever way you look at it:)

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  2. JulieAugust 1, 2009 at 7:58 AM

    It's the layers of interest that do this shot for me, JE. The light and the colour of the water surface for starters. However, to view it through one of my favourite country symbols and to combine that with the energy coming from the horse is just inspired.

    I'm off to the the other one ... down the road.

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  3. AnonymousAugust 1, 2009 at 5:22 PM

    Another lovely moment captured, Joan! Having the horse there with its legs out of view, makes it seem to me as if he's moving.

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  4. Megan CoyleAugust 3, 2009 at 1:05 PM

    Beautiful! I love the pastel colors of the sunset with the silhouette of the horse.

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  5. ELKAugust 3, 2009 at 11:27 PM

    you embraced this so well~

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  6. sonia a. mascaroAugust 8, 2009 at 8:47 AM

    What a gorgeous photos! You have a wonderful blog with a very beautiful layout.

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  7. freefallingAugust 9, 2009 at 7:18 AM

    I keep coming back to look at this photo - it makes me feel good.

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