"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Going home
That's it for this trip. We will be back this way again because Ian has to come down to the Uni every now and then and I get to have a beach holiday while he studies.
Have a lovely Easter break with many blessings everyone.
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.
leading into tranquility. Now I have to back track to find out where you have been.
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