Playing with a poor photo again...

Dusk had already started to settle when I spotted this guy darting about in front of my flat. So I grabbed the camera and tried to capture him. But the focus doesn't work fast enough for these fellas so a black dot against the grey sky was all I could get.

Grey

It was a grey and rather boring day. The grass was growing, the water was flowing and life never left its ruts. But sometimes even that feels welcome.

Saturday

It was a wet day. I was awoken in the morning by the sound of thunder and torrential rain. By the time I was ready to go shopping the rain had stopped and patches of sky were beginning to show. This wasn't to last long, though. Another shower came and left. Still, I felt an urge to go out, to go for a walk. So I did. And I got to see cloud formations changing shape and colour, patches of blue sky being replaced by dark grey clouds. I saw buzzards hanging below the clouds, scared off a heron which then flew in circles for a while before disappearing behind trees. And, of course, I found myself smack in the middle of a shower. The rain hasn't stopped since, and the day is nearly over.

High in the sky

I understand there is a trend in blogosphere of posting photos of the sky on Fridays. I'm not really a herd animal so I don't intend to join the club officially but I suppose that doesn't mean I can't post a sky photo now and again. Today I choose blue sky - something that is much in demand here at present - defiled by a bird of a mechanic kind.

Budding under grey sky

The sky looks like this most of the time these recent days. Nonetheless, it is time for growth and everything in the nature knows it.

Abstract

What happens when the camera goes off by accident? And you don't delete the misfired shot right away but rather play with it a little?

Well, this (and don't ask me what it's supposed to represent - I have as little idea as anybody else):

Daffodils by the railroad on a rainy day

Actually, more than just a rainy day. It was thoroughly depressing. The kind of day when the clouds can't quite decide whether they will drag themselves across the sky while releasing their wet cargo or lay low and stroke the ground with wisps of soaking mist. Eventually, they do a little bit of both and, just for the fun of it, drop a shower of sleet and mix a few snowflakes with the rain while impregnating the sky with impenetrable greyness.

However, the daffs, true to their nature, held their bright yellow heads up high, defying the sleet and the rain. Snowflakes were too few and far between to have any chance of reaching them anyway. They have to look pretty for the bees that may visit them as soon as the rain stops and the air warms up a bit.