I had planned to take the camera for a walk today, but then the weather turned — well, normal for this time of year. Stormy. Cold. Wind piles big-leaf maple leaves on the streets; rain soaks the heaps, holding them in place while branches blow down on top. Out in the strait, the waves are white-capped. I decided to stay in and get some work done.
And then, mid-afternoon, I berated myself for my wimpiness, grabbed a spare jacket and the camera, and went to the shore.
Where the world was painted in greys and greyish greens.
|Waves rolling in.|
I took photos through the windshield, between swipes of the wipers. When I rolled down a side window, the rain sprayed me and the camera; I had to close the window quickly and dry off the camera.
|View through the closed side window.|
|Purple martin nest boxes, abandoned for the winter.|
|Surf and grass. Black spots in the water are people on surfboards. Who cares if it's cold, when you have a board?|
I got braver and went looking for birds in the rain, hiding the camera under my jacket in between shots. I'll post some of those tomorrow.