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We are climbing now through the rain and mist towards our dear Blue Mountains home. But turning into the driveway and looking at our garden you may well think they should be called Green Mountains ... what a soothing sight for sunburnt eyes.
This is the most beautiful place you have visited on your trip. Click your heels together three times and say, "There is no place like home, there is no place like home".
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
The Pinnacles, Broken Hill Clear blue sky is very dull! But there is something of interest in the image. These odd shaped mountains appear on the skyline just outside the city. I had planned otherwise for my closing sky today. On a hill outside town there are wonderful sandstone sculptures which I saw the last time I was here. I planned to photograph them against the setting sun but we left our run too late, so you don’t get to see them until our return journey.
*g* - both of these could have been shot in Mainz. The first one in autumn or winter, the second one in summer.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful garden shot!
ReplyDeleteThis is the most beautiful place you have visited on your trip. Click your heels together three times and say, "There is no place like home, there is no place like home".
ReplyDeleteOh, what a wonderful garden! Glad there's rain after the heat of Sunday.
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful, Joan. I wish my yard was even half as nice.
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