End of summer, the mountains seem so subdued and quiet – apart from peak times like Easter. Grass going to seed, low clouds bumping through, the shadows getting longer, the sunlight paler, the silence a bit deeper.







End of summer, the mountains seem so subdued and quiet – apart from peak times like Easter. Grass going to seed, low clouds bumping through, the shadows getting longer, the sunlight paler, the silence a bit deeper.







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September 23, 2013 at 3:33 pm
The Cattle and the Brumbies are missing thanks to PARKS ….