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.
Sunsets are so beautiful in this type of country.
ReplyDeleteAnd imagine....they happen every single day!
'mazing!
I thought of you as a drove through this country ... I was thinking this is Letty's home turf ... how lucky is she,
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