As the day draws to a close we pass by Menidee Lakes, now flowing with water after the inland floods of last year.
We soon settle into our bunks to be gently rocked to sleep.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
Gorgeous shot!
ReplyDeleteLove that thin line of trees (?) between the lake and the sky.
Can I put it on my Tumblr?
http://headinthesun.tumblr.com/
Yes if course.
DeleteWhen we first visited the lakes in 2010 nothing prepared me for the vast size of them. That was a good year too - they were full, and the spectacle was awesome!
ReplyDeleteYou are lucky to enjoy being rocked to sleep. It was the rocking that kept me awake. The Menindee lakes is on my bucket list.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! Great shot, Joan.
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