Put it down to too much sun, or too much time spent thrashing through the head-high overgrowth along the field path, but I seem to have a case of wild oats fixation. Their seeds have been shed and the remaining sheaths are paper thin and tinder dry and the light dances through them. And I am entranced.
Yer not witless, Tish….just entranced by the dancing of the light….
Much appreciate that kind diagnosis, Sue π
Nothing like a bit of entrancing dancing!!
Love the images and can completely understand your fixation:)
Thank you, Janet.
I like the editing here, Tish. I’m enjoying your fixation.
janet
There are worse ways to become entranced! A lovely thing to (un) focus on!
Unfocus definitely. Thanks, Ali.
Beautiful Wild Oats. π
Thank you π
Witless β I canβt imagine!! I really like your editing of the shot; like a screen print.
It would make a nice cushion design, wouldn’t it.
It would; with that lovely transition from dark to light. π
As well you might be! (What a weird construction – have I got it right??) that photo is oats magic
Definitely correct construction. Oats magic. Nice!
I am enchanted by your entrancement – screen print is right. It would make a lovely cushion cover.
I wanted to say this the other post, Tish, but itβs good to see you feeling your oats.
π
Don’t worry I’m also entranced!
That would be two mazy women together then π