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City lines
Some time ago I suggested that I might run a city lines series, like my country lines and sea lines. But after looking around I decided it's impossible. The built environment is ALL lines.
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.
Ahh, yes, I agree. However, this is a glorious set of lines.
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