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Big sky country 9



We have driven past the Flinders Ranges through greener country, arriving at Port Augusta as the day was closing in.  Port Augusta is a city so we are in small sky country but it was so surprising to be beside the sea I had to use this shot. If you look at the map you will see the Spencer Gulf reaches right up into the centre of the state.

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  1. With the reflections, and the composition, and the arrangement, and the colours and and and - wow!

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  2. Such a shock to see this image rise up ... mirage like.

    You have an interesting concept of 'middle'!

    When I was in PA just after Easter 2007, my camera and I have a wonderful time on the piers with old rail lines along them.

    Grand shot, BTW.

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  3. Silhouettes galore! I love the layers of clouds, bridge/tree line, water, and plants in the foreground. Brilliant composition.

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  4. Oh wow - this is magnificent. Beautiful lighting and color. And I'm always a fan of reflections in water :)

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  5. Thanks for the nice comments ... it WAS quite a shock to the senses after all the desert. We set up camp in a big hurry so we could get back to the water to catch a shot before the light died.

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  6. Great sky and great watery reflection.

    P.S. You mentioned once that you had problems reading and commenting on my blog.

    I am not sure what the problem was reading my blog. In any event, you can always see all the posts via the feed, via email, via my Facebook profile, or via my very own "blog explorer".

    As for comments, I have just added a link to the popup comment box on every blog post. So, now you have the choice of either the embedded comment box or the popup comment form.

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