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The next day we headed up towards the Bunya Mountains to visit friends and at last I found and easily accessed field to grab a close up of the milo.

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  1. VickiJuly 16, 2013 at 8:12 PM

    Beautiful. I love this on so many levels. Shape, texture, lighting.

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  2. Joan ElizabethJuly 16, 2013 at 8:59 PM

    Thanks Vicki, it was one of rare occasions on this long trip when I could do something photographic rather than just grabbing a snapshot on the run.

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  3. JulieJuly 16, 2013 at 9:54 PM

    Years ago my father grew broom millett for the Federal Broom Co; This seed head reminds me of it.

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    1. Joan ElizabethJuly 17, 2013 at 6:48 PM

      This is fascinating. Was it the stalk without the seeds that ended up in the broom? What happened to the seeds?

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