We go down to the river a lot “The Spouse” and I.
Down by the River.
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My name is Kim. I am a ceramic artist and storyteller and I have been blogging as Frog Ponds Rock since 2007.
We go down to the river a lot “The Spouse” and I.
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My name is Kim. I am a ceramic artist and storyteller and I have been blogging as Frog Ponds Rock since 2007.
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Which river is that and what is that factory thing on the far bank?
@ River It is the Derwent River and the factory is the zinc works. I have titled the photos and you can just mouse over them to see what each photo is. 🙂
Fab & disturbing. BTW saw some of you gorgeous cups on twitter yesterday. I want lots!
Beautiful photos, even of the factory.
Absolutely stunning photos, Kim. I want to go to there. Hehehe.
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The pics were so pretty until you got to the factory… I’m sure you took the photo *well* but I was admiring the pristine beauty of it all ’till then.
If I had a river like that nearby I think we’d probably spend a lot of time near it as well.
Shame about the horrible, horrible factory. You can hear the earth screaming, can’t you?
Thought provoking – I will be back again. Thank you for the labels. This means that tomorrow I can google away finding out about the locality.
The clarity is superb – eerily it felt as though I were there. You certainly are getting the hang of the new camera.
Its weird how a photo can sometime say more than words.
Such a shame about the zinc works ;-(
I feel like that about the Hunter River here. The giant, menacing coal loaders are there if you turn your head. Same thing if you drive into the country–turn a corner and there is an open-cut mine, because we can think of nothing better to do than dig up bits of Australia and sell it overseas.