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Saturday, June 21, 2014

when paws fly...

a very large kite on display at the Kite Festival, Rosebud earlier this year...
Here it is slowing rising from the ground...

could it be
my paws are also
my wings

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5 comments:

HansHB said...: Funny b&w contribution!
My post at: http://hanshb.wordpress.com/; June 21, 2014 at 8:45 AM
Dragonstar said...: What a fun photo! Great find.; June 21, 2014 at 9:09 PM
Anonymous said...: Wow! Love it!; June 22, 2014 at 5:59 AM
NatureFootstep said...: o dear, it made me giggle. Thanks!; June 22, 2014 at 8:15 AM
Anonymous said...: Great post! Looks like he is tangled in the strings and trying to get out. Bet it was something to see this in the sky.; June 23, 2014 at 12:55 PM

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