“The storm starts, when the drops start dropping
When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.”
― Dr. Seuss
Mizzle: A misty drizzle
The morning after the storm and the floods that broke the internet here! And as the weather warmed, down came the mists, so thick that even by midday the sun failed to break through.
Drizzle: to rain in small light drops:
Hence the camera’s eye was drawn to the immense sparkle of water droplets everywhere so much so that I did not notice, until I reached home, that my coat and walking boots were saturated.
A smirr (or smur in parts of England) is so light it seems like a mist or smoke.
Perhaps that’s why the silence was so profound, that and the solitude, since I was the only walker across these fields, as far as the eye could see
These were shot in jpeg monochrome as I wanted to capture the mood of the moment, rather than doing a RAW conversion later. A mood that gave rise to two poems too(!) – one I’ll be posting later today.
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