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.
It looks straoght out of the 30s and 40s.
ReplyDeleteYes I guess it is. I like the way the grill is sagging, like old venetian blinds.
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