"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Horsey stuff
Lots of horsey stuff going on in and around the show ring. They say that girls love a pony. I was not as much into horses as wanting to be a ballet dancer. How about you?
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.
As a city kid, I was never around horses. I wanted to be a rock star.
ReplyDeleteA rock star ... that's fun!
ReplyDeleteLove the details!
ReplyDeleteHorsey all the way through but with a dash of treeclimber
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