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.
I like murals of local scenes like this. It really brightens a place up.
ReplyDeleteNice one. Seems to keep the taggers away too :D)
ReplyDeleteAha now I know where you are. The beautiful South Coast.
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