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Veins


Hey the earth is showing its veins around here.

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  1. Good observation. The ridges really do look like veins.

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    1. Yes it does. Nature is just amazing.

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    2. Yeh a case of natures art. But when I looked at the image it reminded me of the back of aging hands which I also find lovely.

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  2. Nature is so amazing! Great find.

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    1. I love being surprised by nature. It is so much fun seeing things in the ordinary not just the grand vistas.

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  3. Hehe, that's a good way to describe it.

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    1. It's the poet in me peeping thru! Wish it happened more oft.

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  4. Is it that new fangled method of lanndcare that funnels moisture and soil around paddocks? The one advocated by Peter Andrews?

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    1. No the ridges are rocks not soil. There was quite a big section of them.

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  5. Whoa - that looks weird. I don't think I've ever seen anything like that before.

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    1. Looking at it now it looks as if a farmer ploughed around a tree but I am sure the rocks predated the tree by millions of years. Yeh weird.

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  6. Good analogy. It looks like the back of my hands.

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