I woke this morning to find the neighbourhood asleep under a blanket of unseasonal fog.
The local park was strangely empty of joggers and dog-walkers.
Even up on the main road, there was hardly anyone around. Silent Sunday indeed.
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Zimmerbitch 
Mystical Sunday to me.
Leslie
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Perhaps it is Australian dust, Su. It seems determined to make its way across the ditch. We’ve been blanketed with it for days.
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☹️ your dust makes spectacular sunsets here.
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🙂
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Very mystical….
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🙂
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These turned out amazing.
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The best kind of Sundays.
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😀
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The last photo is incredibly beautiful with the mist in the valley.
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Thanks Jude. It was a really interesting experience trying to find a vantage point. The mist was lifting, and so I could get below it, then climb above it, and it wasn’t hanging in all the valleys, so a certain amount of (very enjoyable) tiki-touring was required.
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Beautiful shots, Su!
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Thank you my friend. It is nice to see you on WP.
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Yours is the first blog I’m visiting after all this time – seems like ages although it’s just been 4 weeks! 😁
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