This thorny beastie (which to date, I have been unable to identify), living amongst the sand dunes of Lancashire, England, is a real beauty to behold …
… provided you stand well back that is, as this thistle’s spines are pretty vicious.
Today’s contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar).
This whole bleak hillside on the west coast of Scotland is adorned with swathes of grass ripples.
Flattened by the intensity of the winter gales, they are so dehydrated by the harsh weather conditions that when the sun appears they absorb so much light they become illuminated with a rich golden colour.
And … they just beg to be touched.