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Final wildflower collection



I was diligently collecting wildflower photos all the way.   Here is my final roundup of ones seen since my last wildflower collection.  On our way through Port Augusta we called in at the Arid Lands Botanic Gardens to learn something more about them but I didn’t cheat, all of my shots were taken in the wild.


And thank you to my precious husband who stopped that car time and time again so I could collect all these shots.



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  1. mmm ... I will have to come back as there is some sort of hassle and photos are not displaying right now. Not just your site, but Ann's too.

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  2. This is the second year I am following your blog, I never posted, I was in silent, watching at your soul that appears through you pictures. Today I want to thank you for sharing your passion.
    Thank you.

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  3. A truly magnificent collection, well done.

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  4. Cat, it is so lovely to hear from you and I am so glad you enjoy wayfaring with me.

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  5. Amazing variety and fantastic shots! I also thank your husband for making this possible! :-) Great post!

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  6. what a group of beauties...this is really such a gift and i thank you ..and hubby too!!

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  7. Amazing collection, and published beautifully.

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