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Rows of pine plantation stretch out below the ridge near Myponga, planted decades ago and now thick enough to get lost in. There's something almost hypnotic about the repetition of pines from up on the hill, especially with the haze softening the horizon behind it.
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Sunset burns everything down to silhouette out here, the tree line and hills at Myponga Reservoir turning to solid black against a sky doing all the work. A few ducks paddled through just as I took this, barely visible on the shoreline.
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A quieter view of Myponga Reservoir, looking back over the water toward the farmland that rolls away into the hills. The Fleurieu hinterland doesn't get nearly as much attention as the coastline, but evenings like this make a solid case for it. Just water, trees, and paddocks fading into dusk.