"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Yep. I like this place. I've got a photo of me on our honeymoon relaxing on those river stones. And I've got a whole jar of polished stones that we collected from one of these river beds many years ago and tumbled until they shone. The memories are good.
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 quiet happy place full of memories, no wonder you like it. Love the textures.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice revisiting places that have lots of memories. And the scenery looks so relaxing in these images.
ReplyDeleteThe scenery looks a lot like the Turon River, where I went at Easter time.
ReplyDeleteIt is so long since I have meandered a country stream and skimmed stones. Too long ...
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