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Macquarie River

With a few more hours to kill before catching the train home we went down to the river which runs near the shopping centre. It was a lovely spot to sit, contemplate and watch and listen to the birds. I'll show you some of the birds tomorrow.


  1. Although the landscape is looking rather browned off, the river itself is running strongly. Does the Macquarie flow into the Darling eventually?

    C'mon, tell me. What sort of grass is that the head for?

  2. Agh .. at school they made us trace maps of Australia putting all the major rivers in the right place and little dotted lines showing where all the explorers ventured. They were supposed to be beautifully outlined in indian ink and softly coloured with pencil ... mine looked like chooks had scratched at the page.

    Anyway, it was your question about the river that brought that on ... yes the Macquarie is a tributary of the Darling. Regarding the grass, no idea.

  3. I would love anything that ran into Darling, such a lovely word. The river must be, well...

    It takes stillness to photograph birds, JE. It must have been a quiet spot to lose yourself.

  4. That looks like such a peaceful place--I like how you captured the serenity of the landscape. And I'm looking forward to seeing the bird photos.

  5. Nice landscape, nicely composed shot

  6. What a great reminisce!

    Straight back to Social Studies with John Curran at Denman Public School in about 1960. John Oxley, Charles Sturt and that mob.

    Plastic maps with dot inserts to trace around. Small bottles of India Ink placed close to the ink wells sunk in the double-tables. Gently take the shaft with its nib, dip in the India ink and outline. First thought, take a small piece of blotter and saturate it with coloured pencil of choice, then carefully transfer the colour by gently rubbing to the map.

    Ooo ... memories are so so delicious ...

  7. What a peaceful and beautiful scenery! Would love the sit there and watch the australian wildlife!


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