I gaze about the frigid landscape. There is an awful lot of brown, quite a lot of grey and bits of dark boring green. I walk for a while, thinking that I shall have to make do with taking a photo of some rhubarb when I get home, and then, I spy, nestled in amongst the frozen bracken, a PINK BALLOON.
What the.... How the.... I must admit I am surprised, also a bit happy and strangely a little sad. I also must admit that I made quite a meal out of telling that story.
The pink balloon on a colourless day
and some more bursts of colour that I have come across in the last few days
From a lost balloon to happy havianas in three colourful photos
Join the colour parade
and stay warm