Gray

Or "grey" if you're British.

Today was a gray, gray day. Devoid of all color except for the color of rain. And wind.

I was snuggled with the girls and reading Blizzard of the Blue Moon (Magic Tree House series) out loud. I glanced up and was caught. The trees outside looked...ethereal. This sounds ridiculous. But really. They were evocative of so many unnamed emotions. I tried to wrestle my attention back to the book, but after a few pages, I leapt to my feet and ran for my camera. (I read the girls a couple more chapters afterwards. They were very forgiving.)

Here are a few of my attempts. (Disclaimer: I love photography. However, I've had no formal training and really no informal training. In other words, I'm as ignorant as dirt. If I sound like I know what I'm doing, well, it's just an accident.)







The last is my favorite of the moment. It's shot at 1600 ISO and reminds me a little of an Edward Gorey. One day, when I'm feeling particularly brave, I should toss my photos up on Flickr and run them through some critiques.