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Breakwater


We close a pleasant day out on the breakwater at Mackay.

And its the weekend.  Time to find which road beckons.

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  1. You have wandered into warmer climes .... SO nice to see that brush of pink on the horizon.

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    1. There is something special being by the water at sunrise and sunset. I often admire your shots of the beach.

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  2. The sea seems so calm. It almost makes someone who's prone to seasickness like me take up sailing.

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    1. I'm prone to sea sickness too but it wasn't the boats on this trip it was a ride in the very back of a 4WD bus that had me struggling ... more on that a loooong way further down the track.

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  3. Ah ... now QLD to me is not the ocean, but the dry red inland. Strange how our impressions are bedded down ...

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  4. You've started an interesting line of thought Diane and Julie. Sailing boats say Sydney harbour to me. Dry red inland says South Australia. So how does Queensland speak?

    I think it is the extreme lushness of the vegetation that says Queensland to me as well as the heat and humidity that goes with it.

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  5. What a beautiful photo.
    I love the sunlight caught on the side of the boats in the distance.

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