Where’d You Go, July!

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Last on card for July 31, for Bushboy’s Challenge. Unfiltered, unedited. Camera shot is closeup of neighbours beans. iPhone shot is my art on a Redbubble scarf (present to myself).

25 thoughts on “Where’d You Go, July!”

Hammad Rais says:

August 28, 2021 at 7:39 am

Both are truly amazing but the scarf is more amazing 🙂

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 28, 2021 at 11:11 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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etikser says:

August 3, 2021 at 2:16 pm

Gorgeous scarf.

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 3, 2021 at 4:17 pm
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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-Eugi ☕️ says:

August 2, 2021 at 10:16 am

I love the present for yourself!

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 2, 2021 at 10:55 am
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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  1. -Eugi ☕️ says:
    
    August 2, 2021 at 11:09 am
    
    Most welcome.
    
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Liz Gauffreau says:

August 2, 2021 at 7:09 am

I love the present to yourself! The giver is very creative and talented.

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 2, 2021 at 9:41 am
  
  Thanks Liz. She has her moments.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    August 2, 2021 at 2:52 pm
    
    You’re welcome, VJ. 😀
    
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bushboy says:

August 1, 2021 at 6:20 pm

Fabulous Last Photos VJ That bean shot is fabulous and I love your scarf ever so much. A great present to self. Birthday? Thanks for joining in the fun 🙂 🙂

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 1, 2021 at 8:44 pm
  
  Thanks Brian. Yep, I’m a July baby.
  
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  1. bushboy says:
    
    August 1, 2021 at 9:16 pm
    
    Same….a child of the Moon on the 20th 🌕😁👍
    
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  2. VJ Knutson says:
    
    August 1, 2021 at 9:20 pm
    
    Happy belated!
    
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  3. bushboy says:
    
    August 1, 2021 at 10:00 pm
    
    🥂 Cheers VJ
    
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tanjabrittonwriter says:

August 1, 2021 at 6:08 pm

Not only where did July go, but where did the first seven months go?

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 1, 2021 at 8:44 pm
  
  So true!
  
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Secrets says:

August 1, 2021 at 5:55 pm

Far out VJ, the scarf is gorgeous 💜

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 1, 2021 at 8:43 pm
  
  Thanks 🙏
  
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Aletta - nowathome says:

August 1, 2021 at 4:09 pm

The scarf is beautiful!

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 1, 2021 at 4:09 pm
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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Deborah says:

August 1, 2021 at 1:53 pm

Beautiful! 🙂 ❤

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 1, 2021 at 3:47 pm
  
  Thanks 😊 🙏
  
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Lou Carreras says:

August 1, 2021 at 1:43 pm

A great present for yourself! It’s lively!

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 1, 2021 at 3:47 pm
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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