"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Indian Pacific
We've reached the moment we've been waiting for, our chance to ride the iconic Indian Pacific which is going to carry us from Adelaide to outback Broken Hill then overnight to our home near Sydney.
I peer through the windows, what is our cabin going to be like?
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.
The Indian is on my bucket list!!!
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