"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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The dots
Out here the dots on the map are wheat silos beside the railway line. Sometimes there is a small cluster of houses and shops, other times nothing more than a railway siding and a few sheds.
These are the silos at Tullamore, a small town (population 200).
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.
For some reason, whenever I see wheat silos, my mind fills with mice, mice, mice; mice everywhere WITHIN the silo, trying to run up the inside.
ReplyDeleteAnd no, the only thing beside my computer - other than the mandatory cat - is a 375ml bottle of water.
Crikey, I was wondering what you were drinking.
DeleteSilos are an icon of country towns I mean dots.
ReplyDeleteDots in the inland anyway.
DeleteWhat a great shy!
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