Nothing seemed to fire yesterday.
Some days are like that, but I hate it when it happens. In Wellington, snow is unusual, to the extent that when it happens, the news media write about it. It arrived on the hill tops yesterday, and there was hail lower down. There were moments during an otherwise drab day when the sun peeked through and picked out icy ridges. This image is Mt Climie, as seen from my bedroom window.
As the day came to a close with nothing much “in the can” I resorted to still life and got close to one of Mary’s sea shells.
I hope for better things today.