Despite my hopes to the contrary, the rain did indeed come down.
Steady grey drizzle, all day. From my front door, there is normally a view towards Point Howard, but today the greyness obscured everything beyond the neighbour’s cabbage tree. I think almost every cabbage tree in the country is in magnificent bloom at present.
In the city I was inside the central railway station, and looked up in the entry hall. With a wide-angle lens, and the camera lying on its back in a conveniently marked central spot on the floor, I tried to capture the splendour of the ceiling detail. This required standing guard over the camera while crouching low to stay out of its field of view. This had the added advantage that the passing commuters were so worried by the odd behaviour that they stayed well clear of me and the camera.
In the afternoon, I had to deliver granddaughter Maggie to her cheer-leading practice, so had a look around Seaview for additional opportunities. The fishing boat “Daniel” was idling offshore and I suspect that a Christmas charter may not have been lucky in their scheduling of the office party.
In the marina, the greyness persisted, though the wind was at least calm.
At home, I noticed some of the grasses that I had photographed a week or so ago was drooping even further under the burden of the rain. If you look closely in the dark areas, you can see the rain falling.
That’s all for now.
* “Don’t let the rain come down” by Ersel Hickey and Ed E. Miller