"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Big sky country 14
I ended my wildflower adventure by waiting for the sun to set behind the Mulga. Tomorrow marks our return journey. We will largely be retracing our steps but I‘ve got a few more interesting things to show you yet!
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.
i sometimes feel that the bare branches are more striking than when full of leaves..lovely sunset sky
ReplyDeleteI love that word, 'mulga'.
ReplyDeleteI should hope you have more to show us on the return journey. You 'promised' us until the end of November.
Julie, I sped it up a little but there are still a couple of weeks left.
ReplyDeleteI like the orange stripe of cloud. You sure had a great trip and took some fab shots. Looking forward to more.
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