"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Back at the camp the lines continue. More and more of the campsites are given over to cabins these days but they generally have a few spots for caravans and tent campers. This campsite is very large with plenty of spots for all types.
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.
We often stay in cabins but I like to see some shady trees.
ReplyDeleteThere are lots of trees around the perimeter so the outlook is nice.
DeleteCan't say that looks terribly inviting.......
ReplyDeleteI'd feel like I had to get up every morning and stand at attention outside the front door.
I know how you feel. Curbing and guttering alone make me feel like that. I dread the day it reaches our house in the mountains.
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