"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Moving on we get closer to the coast into the Upper Hunter valley. The hills disappear and the rain comes back. We are taking a little detour to the town of Cassilis because I have not visited it before and as you know I like little country towns.
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.
Lovely set of curves you have there, Joan. *grin*
ReplyDeleteThat field/paddock appears to be mown, but not to be under production. I wonder if is were mown to increase the visibility for drivers alone?
Very pretty!
ReplyDeleteSuper shot of a rainbow. Did you find the pot of gold?
ReplyDeleteNow this is a rainbow! I haven't seen one in years...
ReplyDeleteBeaut rainbow!
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