Always. Simply. This.

That's the thing about the damp rain...the cool mist...the grey fog.

It softens and blurrs. It creates gentle and imaginary illusion. It always leaves me wondering if what I think I see...is real.

The camera doesn't lie? Or - does it?

The camera sees what I see...in the way that I do. It acts as my means of personal expression...of my vision. This morning's view was wet and cold and color-less. And yet - there they were. Larger than large. Fuller than full. Graceful and elegant. Quiet. An array - full - of color. All eleven of them.

Can you believe? I would have never. Only - my camera doesn't lie. Or - does it??

And - so many - wonder what it is that drives me? What it is that calls me? What it is that drags me out of bed each and every day to begin - over and over...in rain or in shine - again?

Always. Simply. This.