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180 degrees


Time for another favourite ... whenever I stop I also look in the opposite direction to see what else I can photograph. Here's what I found over the road from the hay shed ... so quintessentially farmyard.



Temperature 39C.

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  1. The second photo is almost perfect. I love it :-).

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  2. I often do that: turn around and shoot the other direction, too. Did it yesterday in Hyde Park.

    Those 44 gallon drums are things of memory. We used to store meal for assorted animals in them. A variety of processed fodder, differing shapes and colours and smells. The entire area was a cornucopia of smells.

    Love the chook ...

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  3. Is this for Paula's 180 degrees?

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  4. Cluck, cluck, JE. You can join in on my Friday meme anytime you like.

    wv dishumpa
    I just had to tell you, dishumpa is a classic!

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  5. And again, the corrugated makes my heart flutter.

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  6. Your straw shelters are obviously a bit bigger than ours (2009-11-14)

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