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Near Oberon

Some people have found enough sunshine to make hay.

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  1. I like your photo so much. It looks quite a lot like this American painting by Grant Wood.

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  2. I like this one a lot too as it has lots of interesting textures, from the hay bales to the ploughed field and sky.

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  3. Mary Ann that painting is terrific. It made me look at my photo a little closer. When I did so Winam I realised that what looks like a ploughed field is actually a clear felled forest. I went back to some old photos I had of this field (which as it happens always enchants me at haymaking time) and sure enough there were pine trees covering that hill last time.

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  4. So the farmer has diversified his income. Very wise, I suspect.

    Yes, I like this image, too. And the comparison with the painting that Mary Ann links to, is very striking.

    As well as being run off my feet, Joan, I have had my internet connection 'throttled' until Feb 2. Some rotter got into my wifi connection and used 30,000 mB on Wednesday just gone. I am having someone look at it to ensure that it has enough passwords and stuff. But right now, I cannot down load many images ... or I have to go do something and return in 15 minutes.

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  5. I like that expression: to make hay while the sun shines.

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  6. Love visting your blog as we drift through winter. It's cold. some snow. and mostly blue skies. Love the hay circles on the hillside.

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  7. Lovely rural view Joan and I love those haystack rolls in the paddocks.

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  8. Winam is right, lots of colour and texture. It is almost "English" type countryside, especially with the windbreak. poor Julie.

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  9. The likeness to the painting is amazing. I like that painting.

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  10. Julie!! How horrid. When are the bad people going to leave you alone?

    Diane, what I find interesting about this is how much we like this image and I believe it is the "Englishness" that does it. So what does it say about our sensibilities? We love our sunburnt country and yet the "ordered woods and gardens" still appeal.

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  11. Thisis my favourite shot in this series so far. Gorgeous landscape!

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  12. Yes, I agree about the attraction of 'the ordered woods and gardens' ... has a religious conotation to my fevered brain.

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