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Wide brown land


We are on the road again retracing our steps through the big wheat and sheep country, but taking a little different route to see some more towns on the way.

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  1. Remember the trip you did through Omeo last year where you took the lines from "My country"?

    This is so so so flat ... the trees are like blips on a heart machine from someone who is fading fast. Let's not take that analogy too far.

    The annoying thing about your collage (which is gorgeous BTW), is that I want to enlarge each individual image and look at its delights!!

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  2. OK I'll figure out how to do my collages differently one day.

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  3. I think all the "packages" tie the images up like this. Never mind.

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  4. Great pastel shades on the collage!

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