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.
Hm - I am sure this title will give you many google hits, ;-) *bdg*
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness I didn't think of that ... I think I will change the title :-)
ReplyDeleteYes ... that happened to me once ... by the time I realised I'd had thousands of hits.
ReplyDelete*groan*