Bubble

I watched a patient young father blowing ever more bubbles for his toddler to pop.

If he stopped for a moment there was a commanding cry : "Bubb-oos" and he had to carry on again.

Amidst the carnage (bubble-age?) I caught this lovely and spectacularly malformed bubble, set against the strange planes and colours of the tent behind.

A second later it too was popped by a set of pudgy little fingers..

Such is life