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.
See, this is just gorgeous! The rows, the sticks rather than leaves. The corrugated farm house.
ReplyDeleteExcept for that abomination of a 'new' shed ...
Ah but we need new sheds to get old sheds.
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