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Friday Shootout - Old and Weathered


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~JarieLyn~ said…
Unusual looking butterfly. The second photo almost looks like a fish. That prominent round spot looks like it's eye. Great photos.
Linda said…
What a unique take on the theme and how beautifully expressive your photos are! The wing edges remind me of the torn edged papers used for wedding invitations. Thank you for capturing these pics and sharing them.
GingerV said…
I came looking for domestic animals and missed that you hadn't a post, but went back looking and wow what nice shots for aged/weathered - I missed you last week all together.

I start at the top of the list and usually get to the G's before getting bug eyed, then start again the next day I just seemed to miss you - and am sorry.

have a great Sunday

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