The road trains were roaring past the caravan park |
Road to ??? |
Looking across the pipeline toward the gorge |
Everything was old and dry |
Different times of morning and evening gave different light on the grasses |
The morning sun peeking through the trees in the caravan park |
It is funny how nature has all this grass growing in lines |
The fire in the gorge |
Dry land in the morning sun |
The flour mill in Port Pirie in the distance……the town |
Just so dry |
This old cart had seen better days |
The back of the park in the distance with the bush fires |
The family |
My parents home |
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