"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Big birds
Out in the white fields we saw Emu and big birds (maybe Brolga) and ever so many raptors (I think they are kites) clawing at the road kill and soaring on the thermals. I tried and tried to get a photo and eventually succeeded in getting a goodish shot down by the river at Longreach.
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.
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