"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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These little dots in the pavement show the shoreline in 1788 when Captain Cook arrived. If you look at the photo I posted yesterday you can see them at the right of the photo to get an idea of how far it has moved.
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.
Interesting shot. I really like the way the dots draw the eye up the photo to the legs.
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