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We headed north through more incredibly green farming country with soft rolling hills.  Just outside Burra the hills are topped with wind turbines … Australia’s largest wind farm.  I counted 30 of them.


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  1. The top photo reminds me of the American Great Plains. Lovely shot.

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  2. this is such a soothing couple of shots ..rich green

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  3. Not sure how I feel about wind farms. I appreciate the energy they create and realise that my great-grandchildren will regard them as normal. However, they do blight the landscape.

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  4. I like them. They make the landscape interesting.

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  5. The hills were yellow with ready to harves wheat when we were there. There are 170 turbines.

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