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.
They have their own strange beauty though, don't they? Or am I just being a little too whimsical for my own good?!?!
ReplyDeleteI don't think it's beauty but I do enjoy seeing industry.
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