The Irresistible Cliché

I defy you to drive by without stopping.

 

When something is so 'overshot' that you almost don't want to look by can't help yourself.

 

Last week we headed out to this very famous sapling during a calm evening and simply had to stop and take the irresistible cliché.

 

It's that time of year where I can once again start whinging about mosquitos. And I will.

 

At the time, I didn't feel that our vampiric invaders were that bad. It wasn't until I woke up the next morning with hands and feet that resembled a plate of buckshot bratwurst that I realized I must have been overly focused on capturing this shot.

 

What I should have been doing is napalming the air with permethrin so that those despicable shytehawks perished mid-air to fall dead at my feet.

 

Needless to say, I have now ordered my Thermacell and will be reporting soon on it's effectiveness.

 

Thanks for looking

Gavin

Done