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By the end of July the field of sunflowers near our home had dried to sooty stalks bearing blackened faces. I have recorded their progress since May. The last day of the month the reaper came. Thought I’d let the rest of July speak for itself through a selection of the images I recorded. Click on any picture to see a larger version.
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