The Gazweasel Times

By gazweasel

Yellow Flowers

I was despairing for something yellow today and then I spotted this big bush which lines a path I walk down from the station. It hides a rather ugly basketball court from the casual gaze. Naturally I stepped up and leaned in close for a good macro shot (they are quite small flowers) and heard a small voice behind me ask her mother: "What is that man doing, mummy?" The only reply I heard was a hasty "Shhh" as they hurried by.

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