Dry Camellia

No filter, just dehydration.

A camellia lay upon pavement, drying out during the recent heat wave. I stopped dead in wonder, which meant Boxnoggin had to stop too, while attempting to suss out what was wrong with his human–my habit of pointing the little handheld thing at stuff he doesn’t see the utility of is puzzling, but he grants me a lot of slack. After all, I am only a monkey.

It’s been a long week and I’m feeling rather low. Hopefully this is just recovery fraying my nerves, and things will start looking up soon.

On to the weekend…