"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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A rare event
I rose and walked down to the beach in the pre-dawn glow to see what photographic possibilities it would turn up. Dawn is not my time of day ... a rare event so please humour me over the next few days as I make the most of this.
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.
Certainly worth getting up early for.
ReplyDeletei am in awe of these shorline images...what a place to walk
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