The girl with the short hair and boots had my attention on this road.
She was frolicking around like my daughter use to do years ago on every camping trip.
I liked the combination of the black rubber boots, the striped dress, and that she escaped from her four younger brothers who kept following her around.
Unlike a fly on a rock that can go anywhere with no one to answer to.
Unless the flyswatter appears.
Or a bee on flowers soaking up all the pollen possible in their pudgy hairy legs.
This hair helps collect the pollen.
I believe this is a Italian breed of honey bee.
A wasp have the bubbly waters attracting them to strike a pose for me.
You always get what you need when out with a camera.
Sometimes you don't know what until you get home, weeks later.
Being the procrastinator that I have become for some unknown reasons.