A microcosm of wonder lies beneath our feet - beauty from decay
A reminder that dinosaur are still with us in pygmy form
1964 was a good year for clean lines
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Hi, I’m Daisy
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane I ain’t got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home…
In the middle of this arid landscape, someone left their sail boat.
Life refuses to give up despite a dwindling reservoir. Sometimes, it can even blossom.
Working through the drought, farmers kick up clouds of dust. A haze sits over everything.