I should be sensibly using up my backlog of summer photos, but I rather lost my heart to these sweet wild geraniums in shades of mauve we saw this afternoon. We went further down a path we usually turn off and found a whole bank of them, and as I laid them on the moss to photograph them the wind shifted the clouds and the sun streamed through the trees right on to their exquisitely veined, fragile faces.
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