Diane, I don't usually think of the people who used to live there. More often than not there is a newer home nearby so the family just moved on to better things, made room for adult children or perhaps housed a farm hand.
OK Julie, yes a ute. Paul Lockyer will be missed, he had a great feel for the bush.
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.
Don't you wonder who used to live there?
ReplyDeleteA ute ... not a car!! Tut tut ... I loved how Paul Lockyer called that chopper his ute.
ReplyDeleteDiane, I don't usually think of the people who used to live there. More often than not there is a newer home nearby so the family just moved on to better things, made room for adult children or perhaps housed a farm hand.
ReplyDeleteOK Julie, yes a ute. Paul Lockyer will be missed, he had a great feel for the bush.