Nobody Loves Me

While Mrs I was cooking for and tending to the physical and medical needs of her mum and dad (jointly and variously 185 years old) I snuck out and grabbed a few shots of late autumn glory (snigger)  It was grey, flat, breezy and not very nice at all. 

Uninspired by the shots I achieved I chose this as the 'better of the bunch'.

I did quite like the tiny little berry in amongst the blackthorn hedge. It seemed a bit lonely but also had a triumphant gleam.

A true survivor in a harsh and unforgiving world.

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