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A country road


The poplars don't colour in the mountains, the leaves just drop off, but out west they go golden. So what better excuse for a drive out to Mudgee for the weekend. I've been wanting to go back ever since our trip on an incredibly hot day in December.

My backlog has been used up so I will be posting every second day for a while.

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  1. myletterstoemilyMay 31, 2010 at 10:41 AM

    what a beautiful pic. they look a bit
    like our aspen.

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  2. Er.June 1, 2010 at 2:40 AM

    What an awesome pic that is! :)

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  3. Mary AnnJune 1, 2010 at 2:50 AM

    I love the horizontal divisions in the image, and that even the trees are in transition.

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