Bounty

S went to the market today and seems to have gone a bit overboard with the fruit buying. This seemed like a good opportunity for a contemplative photography exercise.

I didn't go with him because I had a mission: look for my glasses. My optimism was justified: they were exactly where I expected them to be, lying next to the rock I sat on while eating my cereal bar. Easily missed as they were in a black case. It only took me half an hour to hike up there from the car park, and I dawdled a little on the way back, enjoying the cool morning breeze, the views of the Pyrenees, and birdsong undrowned by the yakking of 24 other walkers. Extra: a lucky shot of a very fluttery butterfly.