"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Oasis
We've reached the end of the road and we've found it ... the oasis. Who would have imagined palm trees would abound out here. My camera finger is itching, I am so looking forward to the walk into the gorge.
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.
Haha, is there a kind of lamp post camouflaging as a palm tree?
ReplyDeleteVery cool photo!!!
Yes probably Martina. We are in the picnic area at this point.
DeleteWhat a beaautiful place.
ReplyDeleteOasis is a very apt description.
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