I’m not going to start singing but this came immediately to mind:
Fuzzywuzzy was a bear,
Fuzzywuzzy got no hair,
Fuzzy wuz he?
Frank’s challenge this week is Fuzzy, and I’ve long lost count of the hundreds of fuzzy fotos I’ve taken over the years!
My first husband was a fan of the Muppets and forever donned the smile of Fozzy Bear, so not quite the same I guess, though it suited him as he was a bit of a clown. I liked Animal, though for some reason people thought I preferred Miss Piggy and her beau, Kermit!
I remember days of fuzz on forgotten bread in the breadbin and the delicate fuzz of a young man’s attempt at growing a beard, but as to photographs, I don’t have a lot.
I have noticed though that any picture taken with my phone is a little fuzzy round the edges, though the centre subject is usually in focus.
Of course I tend to tweak those pictures and cut off the fuzziness, especially of the ducks and geese this year.
However, I took these last year (pre phone camera) on a really hot and muggy day, the heat haze in the distance like something out of an apocalyptic movie.
If it wasn’t for the prom lights on the right and sea on the left, you could almost be forgiven for expecting to see camels and riders coming out of the ‘dust’ on the horizon.