Yesterday morning the sky was gray – huge, puffy gray clouds provided a few variances in the shade of gray. I had to stop for gas and there was an eerie quiet for a few minutes – which is odd considering the gas station is on a busy street, and I was there during rush hour.
Another one of those surreal, slo-mo moments.
Blue skies have come and gone, but they were here long enough for a good walk on the trail this morning with de Milo. Not much to report this weekend, except that I’ve almost made it through the October trip photos, editing, editing, editing.
Venice, where I wished I had galoshes
It’s a rainy, gray day. Storms have moved in and winds have howled all night long for two nights now. It sounds like there’s a waterfall in the breezeway. Some people pay good money for the soothing sound of a waterfall.
But I don’t mind – today gives me an excuse to wear my galoshes! And my red raincoat.
Happy Friday!