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.
Lovely clear silhouettes against a glorious sky. What did Yeats say in He wishes for the cloths of heaven:
ReplyDeleteHad I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Great comment Julie. The blue is a magic colour. Great composition.
ReplyDeleteA gorgeous photo - wow!
ReplyDeleteLovely choice of quote Julie.