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25. Lookouts


So many lookouts, so many awesome views but this one in the Flinders Ranges remains etched in my memory.

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  1. Oh, good golly, yes. The colours and your set-up are wonderful, what with the long and winding road teamed with the distant mountains. Love this.

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  2. This is sooo beautiful.
    It's as close to perfect as you can get.
    Magnificent.

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  3. Yep that's the same view as in Hans Heysen's paintings. Wonderful.

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  4. I was blown away by this view in real life - the colours and dotted desert vegetation. The colours reminded me more of a Namatjura than a Heysen whose colours seemed more muted. It was also very much reminded of aboriginal dot paintings.

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