"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Beachward bound
We continued on from Braidwood to the South Coast ... putting down anchor for the night at Bateman's Bay ... in the caravan park not in one of these house boats. Mmmm, the weather's not looking great for a beach holiday.
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.
Joan Elizabeth, sorry am a bit late but I wish you a Very Merry Christmas. Paul
ReplyDeleteBatten down the hatches.
ReplyDeleteBut somehow, the beach when it is overcast and scuddy is a wonderfully alive place to be. I love the isolation and peace that this image conveys.
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