Tarmac stretches ahead. The joy of the open road – not a cliche.
Dust.
Red dirt.
Big skies. So good to see big skies again.
Heat haze shimmer.
Cicadas rasp.
Silence of the bush.
Bull Ants nests.
Bush smell. I want to bottle it.
People trying hard.
Dead roo.
Trucks, so many trucks transporting grain.
Grain town.
Painted silos. We lean into their stories.
Water skiing, wakeboarding and boats.
Small town museums.
Cockatoo shriek.
Eating an icy pole on a 37-degree day after swimming at Murtoa pool is the best.
Faded ghost signs.
Empty shops.
Empty roads.
Giant moths buzzing around a light pole at 2am.
Lake Tyrrell, pink in the evening light. No bird calls.
Community spirit is not a cliche.
Country bakeries are the bee’s knees.
Country pubs are the bee’s knees.
Country pubs need people.
Country towns need people.
Grand old buildings give me hope.
Wide brown lane is not a cliche.
Community is not a cliche- it’s all we have.
Stillness
Emptiness
Not loneliness.
My country, our country.
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The Pelvic Floor Coffee Club 
Brilliant Erica !!! Loved your photography
Being a girl from the Wimmera.
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Thanks Helen. It’s such a beautiful part of
Victoria!
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Thanks Helen. I loved our little trip.
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I’ve just added it to the bucket list! I’ve been wanting to do the silo art trail for a while now. I agree that country towns are amazing places to photograph. Especially those with the grand old buildings and the big old post office.
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Thanks Robyn. The old buildings are incredible- grand and not so grand.
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