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Window to the sea


I love the way the paths to these lonely beaches open a window to the sea and how there is usually in the frame mesmerised surfers watching the waves.

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  1. Nice composition. I like how there's so much vegetation here. A lot of dune areas are just grass and pig face.

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  2. Hi Joan, looks like you are having a great break at the seaside.
    Really enjoyed the Blue Hour shots and poetry. The Poe poem and shot are wonderful.

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  3. Hey I love those windows to the sea too. I'm always clicking those. In fact some of my best pictures are of this. This one is a beauty too. It is just inviting you down to the sea.

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  4. Awwww - don't they look cute?

    I remember one year we were walking through one of these paths down to the beach at Peregian and there was a snake hanging over the path from a tree!

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  5. Letty!! I don't think I will walk one of those paths freely ever again.

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  6. LOVE the mystery of this shot - but I too immediately thought of snakes! Is that what being an Aussie is all about??!!

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  7. Love this view and the title is just great!

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