Rain and dry rust

So it rained. All day. A nasty, cold rain, half-way between a friendly Scotch mist that freshens the skin but doesn't call attention to itself, and a decent downpour calling for rain gear; an adventure to go out in, pleasant to sit inside and watch. Nah. Just drizzle, drizzle, drizzle. We skipped the beach and went shopping instead.

All is well, though; I've got what promises to be a great video in the works for tomorrow or Wednesday.

Meanwhile, the rain reminded me of these old photos of rust, totally dry rust:

Summer. 2009. Railroad bridge crossing the Little Campbell River, where it joins the beach at Semiahmoo.

Four rows of iron pimples.

Crumbling away.

Back to trimming video segments. Nose to the grindstone.

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