Parliament Hill, 3rd July 2005

This was the one that started it. How could a balloon possibly end up in a dense patch of thistles and remain unburst? How long had it been there? How long would it last? I'll never know, but I couldn't not take a picture of it in its (presumably) final hour. I'd been taking photos of Giancarlo Neri's The Writer sculpture, so was in a photo-y mood.

I take dozens of photos each month of things I see and this would have just been another addition to that formless mass were it not for the next one.