"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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First morning
We woke to an unusual alarm the next morning. Some of the cows in the next paddock crying, crying from the early hours. The poor things, it was weaning time, the neighbour said their calves had been taken the previous day.
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.
What a sad photo - but it's really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI have never lived near cows before to know about these things. I agree the misty morning captured her sad cries well.
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