"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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So country
When I was taking yesterday's shot I also snapped this one. It seemed so country to me, the rusting 44 gallon drum with the little willy wagtail perched on it. You see lots of willy wagtails out the west.
A perfect country capture ... Rusty fence rusty drum and of course a little Willy Wag-tail completes the picture. My daughters used to always call them Willy Wonkas when they were small... I love how their little tail feathers stand tall.
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 perfect country capture ... Rusty fence rusty drum and of course a little Willy Wag-tail completes the picture. My daughters used to always call them Willy Wonkas when they were small... I love how their little tail feathers stand tall.
ReplyDeleteYour photos are great. I read you every day but seldom comment.
ReplyDeleteClassic country shot.
ReplyDeleteCute little bird!
ReplyDeletewhat a sweet little bird!
ReplyDeleteNo willy wagtails around here :-(
ReplyDeleteAw, I just love that photo Joan. The Willy Wagtail completes it.
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