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17. Crops


Crops fascinate me.  I enjoy trying to figure out what they are.  But photographically it is impossible to go past a field of canola in flower.

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  1. It all looks so incredibly lush.

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  2. This was a huge field out Dubbo way. I liked the way this particular section had the green "river" running through it. I wonder why it was there?

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  3. Canola is as spectacular in real life as it is on camera. I got to see it this year but unfortunately couldn't take my time over them as we were on tour.

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    1. Yes there is a difference between touring and wayfaring I find.

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  4. A crop with style. I like the patterns :D)

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    1. I like the patterns too. They are usually just a whole slab of brilliant yellow.

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