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.
It's amazing how the birds know just where to find their food-scource.
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ReplyDeleteDo you say 'gawking' or 'gawping'? To mean watching something in stunned silence?
I had a disagreement with a cousin, both of us raised in Sydney. She says one, I the other.
I gawk. I think they gawped in comics.
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