Rolling Around In Circles

Sunday again. They roll around in circles so quickly. The sun was out, the sky was blue, the clouds were fluffy, and frankly the camera sounded more fun than a keyboard. So there. Enjoy.

I have a soft spot for bees. Well known fact. The little sods refuse to stay still for portraits, however. I tripped over and took this photo by accident. Which only goes to show, etc.
 

I really like this. It has posts and wires, but the sweep of the tractor trails leads me all the way in. This might make next year's calendar.

I had two versions of this, which are very different. But together, they looked the same. One had to go. This is a prime example of Life imitating Life.

Now, can you tell me this fella is not a VERY cheeky lad? I'm a sucker for a cheeky animal, and it was very hard not to give him the sugar in my pocket. I don't think he would have been able to open the paper sachets, mind.

When he finished being cheeky, he wandered closer and tried being adorable. And, as you can see, he totally nailed it.

One of his friends, in glorious soft focus. Does anyone want to sing "White Horses" with me? Do you not remember the black-and-white children's serial? Click here to hear the theme song. I guarantee you'll be humming it all day and swearing about me. Especially Lesley. You're welcome.

For Alistair. Because he likes this kind of thing.

For me. Because I like this kind of thing.

The sun was behind the church, and very bright. This is problematic. But I switched the high-definition contrast on, and let the camera do the heavy lifting. It's a bit overdone, but the front of the church is clear as day. The quirky angles add a bit of atmosphere, too. Spookeh.

I have no idea. I hope that Diane, Cheryl or Ms. Bobations will be able put me straight on this one. They're absolutely tiny, hence the dodgy purple fringing on the image.

Another purple, for which I apologise. But at least I know what this one is. Well, I'm told this was referred to by my Grandfather as "poor man's geraniums" at any rate. Any takers?

An offbeat one, for my lovely friend Katherine "Kato" Kellesis. Kato and her sister Krista are explorers of urban decay and trespassing to photograph it, the little tinkers. This is a bit more rural, but I thought of you, my dear. 

For foreigners. Because they can't get enough of this kind of thing. Red phone boxes are sadly rather rare these days, and one next to a post box was too good to miss. The post box is old. See the "GR" on it? That means "George Regus", and it was installed when one of the Georges was on the throne. Perhaps after a curry.

Finally, this lad. Words fail me. Tho not him perhaps.

Actually, I think this needs a caption?


Indigo

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