We have just had some cool, wet days in Bangalore, so here are some photos from May, when we were complaining about the unrelenting heat and sunshine. I had been photographing the market gardens of Siddapura when I came across a bullock cart. They must have just finished a delivery.
Untied from the yoke, the bullocks were off, like human workers heading for home or the pub after a hard day’s work.
You can see from the dust they kick up why cattle need showers.
Distant Drumlin 
Those horns always freak me out…!
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You need to take a leaf out of Anna’s book. She’s never freaked out by a little horn 😉
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That’s coz she’s either at work or drunk. Or both.
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Weeeeellll, it is 1.45 there!
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The night is young! And she does work till the wee hours.
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I don’t think she is tonight!
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…are you hinting that there’s something going down in Moscow tonight… something I don’t know about?!?
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So this is what happens when I go to sleep and leave the blog unattended: you two come here to gossip! You are welcome any time!
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Ha ha, yes, we have no shame! 🙂
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