Half Way Home

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.