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Not so dry




This series of shots is simply to say that it was pleasantly warm and there has been quite recent rain.  I am sure it is a very different place in the fierce heat of summer.

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  1. I like looking at the cracks in the soil. It's certainly not as red in Lightning Ridge as out near Alice.

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    1. It is not at all red in this part of the world. This pinkish grey colour.

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  2. One would be hard-pressed to use the term "soil" ...

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    1. Well flowers are growing in it is must be soil in my mind.

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