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Reading a letter
She is reading a letter to her friend. That is one of the joys we miss in this modern age. Christmas is about the only time we receive a personal letter in the mail. My Mum/Dad used to write to me every week and I used to similarly write to them. Unfortunately I kept very few of the letters.
Yes, receiving a handwritten letter is always nice. This photo has such a lovely feeling to it. Just the body language etc I'm guessing they're Mother and Daughter :D)
I observed these ladies with much interest. They had a picnic lunch with them, spreading gingham tea towels on their laps and containers with dainty morsels to eat. It was like a wonderful time warp watching them.
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.
Yes, receiving a handwritten letter is always nice.
ReplyDeleteThis photo has such a lovely feeling to it. Just the body language etc I'm guessing they're Mother and Daughter :D)
Great character study, Joan. It speaks volumes.
ReplyDeleteI observed these ladies with much interest. They had a picnic lunch with them, spreading gingham tea towels on their laps and containers with dainty morsels to eat. It was like a wonderful time warp watching them.
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