"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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End of the day
We burst back outside as the sun was beginning to sink and the battery ran out on my camera. That's the end out our little outing. I wonder where we will go next, back to Wollongong I guess.
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.
Nice composition and colour.
ReplyDeletelove that art installation, and good to see when you emerge it was not pouring!
ReplyDeleteJust been there today with daughter and SIL
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