These balloons are filled with grim determination and a little weary resignation.
As you get closer to some flowers they start to resemble alien structures or galactic events. Either way, wonderfully weird.
Cambridge has a fairy tale like quality to it, especially down by the River Cam. I didn’t try the punting, and if I had I’m sure I would have been the boat at the back, hopelessly stuck to the wall while onlookers smirk down from … Continue reading Punting on the Cam
You never know what you’ll find inside a flower. This one had a lazy greenfly. It may or may not have been sleeping. I took a picture for future reference.
I don’t know what life is like as a coot, but this looks like a pretty nice place to spend some of it. Undoubtedly the coot is recording the scene in reverse for it’s own blog posts about gangly mammals that disturb your peace.
Some people sleep so soundly that a stone monument is built so they can easily be located by friends and family amongst all the other deep sleepers. Before this it was becoming quite a problem.
I like ducks. They sit and glare at you. This is a good occupation for any animal. The seagulls in the background? They don’t even have eyes.