Half Way Home

Flying down the highway while the sun sets golden over the hills. Open land like this just begs to be explored. What’s over the hill? I don’t know, but we should go and find out.

Taken near Lancefield in country Victoria on a brief flying visit driving from Seymour through to Ballarat, a town I lived in for many years. The drive opened up parts of the state I’d never been through before, but have since resolved to amble past at a more lesuirely pace in the future so that they can be fully appreciated.

About Tim
I love landscapes and I love the mountains. Pretty simple really. I've always been interested in photography. My dad had an old camera that I wasn't allowed to play with for fear of breaking, but I'd often sneak it into my room anyway. I'd play with all the dials, look through the viewfinder, release the shutter, but I had no film. These days I don't need it.