Just as in New Zealand, Andy and I are often captivated by the landscape of Australia. It doesn't change nearly as quickly as it did in NZ, but it is definitely an interesting variety. I've become well practiced at taking pictures out of windows while riding the train or while Andy is driving. Here is a selection of photos to give you a sense of the land.
In the dairy farm area of Victoria where we live, we see a lot of this:
They call it "Wet and Windy Warrnambool." Windy it is. This is confirmed by two separate large wind farms within 45 minutes of us. This is a picture of some turbines just near the coast:
In some places we have seen fox pelts hanging from fences indicating how many the farmer has killed to keep them away from his sheep. Here are fence hangings of another type. We don't know much about the story of this shoe fence line, but I think we've both agreed it is art:
We have been told that when the English came to Australia, they brought with them their traditions of using a non-native evergreen tree to create their windbreaks. The result is what appears to be very tidy boundary lines throughout parts of the farmland:
Mount Leura & Mount Sugarloaf are part of a large volcanic complex known as the Leura Maar
which was formed more than 20,000 years ago by a series of major
volcanic eruptions. - See more at:
http://www.mtleura.org.au/#sthash.aevZpFHT.dpuf
Mount Leura & Mount Sugarloaf are part of a large volcanic complex known as the Leura Maar
which was formed more than 20,000 years ago by a series of major
volcanic eruptions. - See more at:
http://www.mtleura.org.au/#sthash.aevZpFHT.dpuf
Tower Hill, a nature reserve where we can visit the emus, the kangaroos, and the koalas, is located about 20 km outside of Warrnambool. It is also a volcano remnant with a lake in the center:
I haven't included any views of the ocean, but I liked this view, coming back from what was a spectacular view of the ocean. I like the way the trees dot the fields and the layers of colors:
The views in South Australia, on our drive to Adelaide, were decidedly browner. The hills reminded me of the blonde buttes outside Chico. Notice the lone chimney where presumably a farmhouse once stood:
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