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Windy August

Tumbleweed

It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale.  Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind.

While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.


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  1. Lovely lovely ... I did not know what a tumbleweed was, really. It is not a specific plant, is it? Does it vary from the TW in cowboy films?

    I used to love cowboy films ... ranchers vs rustlers ... hah!

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  2. the browns are so rich ..the blooms so brave!!

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  3. Elk, I love that description ... brave.

    Julie, tumbleweeds are not a specific plant but rather a dried out plant that gets lifted out of the ground and pushed along on the wind ... some bigger than others but they all do a good job of rolling across the flat land. I tried and tried to get a good shot of them tumbling across the road but didn't succeed so settled for grabbing this rather scrawny one and anchoring it with my foot to get the shot.

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  4. Great flora once again! Wonderful images.

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  5. Tough Aussie plants. I can't stand wind especially a cold one.

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  6. I love the format you've used here, much better than a collage. I keep forgetting it's winter where you are...

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