I have umpteen photos of dandelions. More than I need, and certainly better ones than what follows here. But, I have a certain compulsion to "pick" them every year, as a grown-up, with my camera, reliving little-girl-hood when we ran barefooted in fields of them and made wishes and "liked" butter.
Photo buddy P and I stopped at a vacant lot to capture some, even though we each had only our pocket cameras:
Sparklers!
Hangin' in there:
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