325/365
Taking a picture of these purple things covering the roadsides everywhere stopped seeming like a good idea the moment I stepped out of the car. Not only was the asphalt so hot that I almost couldn’t see it through the haze of it melting, the swarm of horseflies seemed to be just waiting for me on that completely random strech of highway, read to carry off whole pieces of me.
Still, pretty flowers are pretty.
