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 love tracks like this, and especially the single meandering track of a mob of sheep. Lovely that we have to imagine what is on the other side.
ReplyDeleteI am not as keen on single animal tracks. This type of track reminds me of Sunday drives with my Dad at the wheel.
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