About a week and a half ago, I set out to walk to Laura and Meg’s for a Social Justice Club meeting on the Palestininian Israeli Conflict, which consisted of a good presentation, good discussion, and warm fellowship. I decided to walk, not remembering the forecast which called for rain, frigid rain I might add. Well, I had on a corduroy jacket and my flat cap or derby or bunnet . Needless to say, after 3 miles or so, my jacket and bunnet were drookit and I was freezing. It was worth it, though, to feel like I was walking somewhere in Britain on a wet and windy night. Only it wasn’t Britain, and here are the pictures taken with camera shielded by cap and jacket and hand to prove it.
Wow! The water droplets are breathtaking in picture #9, like magical jewels. And, “Drookit!” Nothing like a drookit derby for the sake of fellowship! Fun word!
Ach, lass, ye really shoold say a drookit bunnet to say it like a scotsman or scotswoman, as the case may be, but ye do lose the alliteration then.
Och, alliteration is not as important as accuracy in my book! Joyfully I’ll call it a “drookit bunnet”!
Off to work. Although I’ll much rather reel the Highland Schottische.
I was walking around the park that night as well. It was a wild and windy walk. Nice photos!
glad you made the trek to our apartment, Neil. it was a fun evening and you took some great photos on your journey there. happy thanksgiving!
the compositions of the shots of hwy 40 are amazing, as is the light. nice work! blustersome walks (yes, i think i did just make up that word, but i don’t care) are nice, especially when there is warm company at the destination! very cool photos.