"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Fire
The night before as were were looking for our destination we saw the grass in this area being burnt off, the fire glowing red in the cold night. In the morning there are little black frosted mounds and an old log still smouldering.
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.
A frosty fire. It looks like a Thai noodle dish.
ReplyDeleteThat textured landscape is amazing.
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I can almost smell that ash ... lovely combination of black and white.
ReplyDeleteI must be half asleep - I read the firewood/dog one first - then this one, and then thought I saw "an old dog still smouldering"!!!
ReplyDeleteLetty, what a macabre mind you have!
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