Blink.

I love it when a post disappears. Today is shaping up to be wet and dark which should be nice and cheery !

I like the wet weather. I like the way the raindrops smash into the electric yellows and greens . I like the way you can walk through the reflections. As a result I usually end up thinking about German painting of the late seventies and early eighties.

What I do not like about wet weather is the constant sense of catastrophe that seems to come with it.

And the flooded houses. Flooding is not unknown here and it is gruesome, life changing, tragic and traumatising.