On the rocks

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On the rocks

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Titirangi Beach on the edge of winter. Cold. Wet. Smooth and lonesome.

Written by Titirangi Storyteller

19/04/2012 at 10:17 pm

Posted in Writing

Tagged with Beach, green, Photography, Project 365, rocks, Titirangi, Titirangi Beach, winter

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Love this photo!

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Travel Spirit

20/04/2012 at 12:38 pm

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Ooh I absolutely love, love this photo.

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poietes

27/04/2012 at 4:35 am

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- not sure why it works so well… the light was low, more glare than actual light and dark… and yet…
  
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