I’ve been far too long in the city. There is something about being in a living landscape that makes all right again with the world.
Don’t you be snickering at my stripy sheet, right?!
C’mon, then. Can’t you be giving us a bit of something to eat?
Today was so much pretty!
Missed the focus. Kicking myself as I loved this shot.
.. for fighting chaps.
They are dreaming of growing up and being chained to drum kits…
It was maybe the ten. millionth. time. (Mr BB is so prone to exaggeration!) that I asked to stop and take a picture of something. Some things you just have to stop for. Such as a pic of the water from the old rickety bridge … you know the sort that has no sides and the planks rattle when you drive over? Well, just when I was thinking we would probably be shot at then buried in a shallow grave by the fearsome looking locals who were out in force fishing with their six dawgs (each!) and their monster 4WD’s with huge spotties and (oh, pardon my sweeping generalisations) but as they turned as one to stare at us, it just so happened that the song audible from the window I was hanging a camera out of, was “It’s alright to be a redneck” by Alan Jackson*.
Wasn’t that perfectly opportune?
*(I offer no explanation of why I own that on CD. Some things are better left a mystery!)