Central Otago. May 2009. AjrI am continually drawn to soldier-like rows of trees. All the better if they are bare of leaves and moulting the last of their fruit. Vineyards, orchards, shelter belts - I love them all and have been known to spend hours wandering about taking photographs. There's an untidy precision about a scene like this that I just cannot drive by.
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