So long since I have been over one quite as elaborate as that. There is a lovely curved wooden bridge on the outskirst of Bermagui that I will experience soon.
I'm reading a bridge book at the moment - I can never remember the name - it's a kate grenville one. Funny how humans have a sentimental thing for bridges.
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.
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ReplyDeleteSo long since I have been over one quite as elaborate as that. There is a lovely curved wooden bridge on the outskirst of Bermagui that I will experience soon.
I'm reading a bridge book at the moment - I can never remember the name - it's a kate grenville one.
ReplyDeleteFunny how humans have a sentimental thing for bridges.
You have chosen a great angle to show us the bridge.
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