"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Ballimore has a grain silo and it IS a small town.
It's late again this evening. I will catch up sometime on the weekend with posting over at 100 towns. It will be #91 I do. With so many of the places thus far turning out to be towns it is just possible I will make 100 by the end of the year.
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.
plenty of time to reach that 100...
ReplyDeleteYou are doing a great job at collecting 100 towns.
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