“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
~ Robert Frost, Lodged
It feels like I’ve been working on stuff for simply ages. This morning, I’m going to put it all aside and see what fun I can have with my camera. It’s raining and gray outside, the light won’t be the best, but we’ll see what we can see anyway.