It seems unthinkable that I should venture out this morning without a camera. Summer temperatures, blossom everywhere, yellow meadows, my eyes resting continually upon the perfect picture and the camera sat at home. Upon returning home I even considered getting my bike out and retracing my steps to capture all these indescribable scenes… but alas the smell of coffee got the better of me, and anyway, by the time I’d pumped up the tyres and oiled all the squeaky bits, night would surely have fallen.
To cut a long story short, next time I will perhaps think before setting out. Luckily I had my camera with me yesterday whilst strolling about the garden. I’ve no idea what the bush is called, but I thought it looked ‘seasonal’ somehow.
