"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Dalton Royal Hotel
I love Royal Hotel hunting, not because they are much in themselves but it is such a great excuse to go to little places that are off the track. I can't imagine any other reason for visiting the small town of Dalton.
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.
It is a fun hobby.
ReplyDeleteAnd a particularly wierd one for me given I am a non- drinker and rarely step over the threshold of a hotel.
DeleteI like the style of this one.
ReplyDeleteI am torn between the lowest homestead style and double story with iron lace.
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