Last week I transported my bicycle home by car, to get the rear wheel repaired. I hadn't used the car much, and it got somewhat dirty, the sap from a big birch tree falling on the car, and pollen and other dirt getting stuck to the sticky sap. This happens always in late spring, but this time there was more of the sap and dirt than usually. Here is what the camera saw when focusing on the dirt in the windows. And then I had the car washed.
(Posting title is from the poem Five Visions of Captain Cook by Kenneth Slessor.)
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