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Around Oberon


This trip is around Oberon, a farming district just west of the mountains and is in fact considered part of the Greater Blue Mountains. The photo sums up what you see in this area -- tuffty grass, willow lined creeks, rolling pasture lands, eucalypts and pine plantations. It was a lovely drive, I hope you enjoy it too over the next week or two.

Musing:
Willow Poem by William Carlos Williams
"It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loath to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river--
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground."

Comments

  1. hmm, this really looks nice ... wanna be there ... hmm ... I like the perspective and composition of the photo.

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  2. I looked at your blogs yesterday: but forgot to leave comment. This is quite lovely to my eyes. I just hope that side of the Divide is getting the rain that the coast is receiving: we are waterlogged down here.

    I have organised a weekend in Katoomba early in August. Different friend with me this time ...

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