Silver Rains

The front cleared East Kent around 11am with broken showers and sun. From the shelter of the front door  I manfully put my tripod up and dashed to the manual for the remote on/off switch in the camera's compendious menu.

I snapped away merrily turning dials this way and that and ended up carrying camera and tripod around the muddy garden like some kind of washed up rockstar.

This photo won out in the end for its almost black and whiteness, tonality, profiles, rain falling and rain resting and the fab scratch marks made by each drop plummeting to the ground.