"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Side street
In Wellington there are lots of old buildings with broad verandahs edged with iron lace. Not all of the buildings are as grand but in my mind no less beautiful.
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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