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- siesta
- view from the shade
- swying gently
- awaiting its fate
- ornament
- country road
- sky weed
- refreshment
- red stick
- holding the ground
- greeting the sun
- immersed in colour
- busy buzzz
- out of the shower
- life cycle
- inferno
- slow crossing
- rising
- lust
- is she dangerous?
- light catcher
- oasis of green
- x with an accent, take 2
- in line
- oops
- by any other name
- don't you dare...
- climbing or descending?
- kiss of death
- formations
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6 comments:
Fodder -- photographic and mamalistic (yes, I know it's not a word!).
Mmmm- love the smell of hay. Takes me back to my childhood on the farm...
quilly: i like non-words that should become words :)
janice: it does feel nice, i agree. thank you
funny, how living in the city one forgets the progress of the season. When I got back from vacation, the fields surrounding the village were also full of such bales. That is how you really know it is summer. :)
I love these hay rolls. I want to push them along when I see them.
we are lucky to have countryside close enough to feel the seasons change... thank you, isadora.
jem: they are quite large and heavy... but i understand your urge :)
thank you
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