"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Gundagai to Lawson
From here is was a quick drive along fast familiar highways to home and I began to think of yellow things … the canola just beginning to flower, the daffodils I expected to find in my garden and the winter wattles welcoming us home.
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.
Thanks for sharing your journey, Joan. Lots of places I've never visited before!
ReplyDeleteYou take me on lots of places I now want to see. Glad to reciprocate.
DeleteI'd love to have daffodils in my garden.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a low sky.
Daffodils go with cold weather. I guess there has to be some compensation.
Deleteyellow Canola fields are so pretty.
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