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 visited the State Library last week. Such a restful place.
ReplyDeleteI used to feel a bit daunted by it all when I was an immature student.
ReplyDeleteYou know what?
ReplyDeleteThis just looks heavenly.