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Beach Road - A Road the Beckons


Beach Road is one of the roads in the caravan park we were staying at.  The beach always beckons.





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  1. Yes the beach does. Love how you included leaving your shoes at the door.
    Great Fraser island photos too.

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    1. Not out shoes. Someone forgot to take their's home :-)

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  2. That last photo reminds me of an oil painting.

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    1. I thought that too. The light was getting just right for good photos. Hence a few more shots tomorrow.

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  3. Beautiful photos!
    Greetings, RW & SK

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    1. Greetings to you to. I see you are newcomer to this space.

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  4. Amazing how brush turkeys seem so exotic when you don't normally see them - but to the locals they're a pest!

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    1. Yes they can be a nuisance but I still like them.

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  5. The bottom shot is so beautiful and what a fantastic bird on top!

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    1. Yes it is a lovely bird but they show no fear of humans and can be quite brazen ... they used to invade my in-laws kitchen regularly. The other thing they do is scratch up big piles of leaf litter to make their nest. In the suburbs that can be a nuisance when they scape up all the garden mulch.

      But they don't live in my area so I can view them fondly.

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  6. I saw a bush turkey crossing the main street of Noosa!
    At the zebra crossing!

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