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.