Few days are as inspirational to me as dark, gloomy, rainy, wet ones. I'm not sure why, but I've always been this way. Perhaps it's because, as the story goes, I was born on a dark, gloomy, rainy, wet third day of January just about 28 winters ago. I love the smell in the air, the feeling of cold air brushing my face, the visual effect of the greys and blues and of course the excuse to wear Uggs. Days like these make me want to go out! I'm more likely to hibernate in the summer. I shy away from the heat. I come out in the winter. I pack on the layers and find something to do.
I suddenly have an urge to go frolic in the rain on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. I want to shoot something. I don't mean hunting. Although I've always wanted to try it, but somehow I have a feeling the flashbacks of Bambi's momma would stop me. Don't judge me I swear I'm tough! I do very well in the shooting range, trust me. I will bear arms like no other. But come on it's Bambi for crying out loud! Anway, I meant in a photography kind of way. I have an urge to shoot something. Let's see what I can come up with.
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