"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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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.
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.
I like looking at the cracks in the soil. It's certainly not as red in Lightning Ridge as out near Alice.
ReplyDeleteIt is not at all red in this part of the world. This pinkish grey colour.
DeleteOne would be hard-pressed to use the term "soil" ...
ReplyDeleteWell flowers are growing in it is must be soil in my mind.
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