puddleshark

Strange weather. A grey fog hanging round the edges of things all day, smoke-like, but not smelling of smoke. As I was driving home, the sun, seen through the fog, was pale as the moon. Of course, by the time I got home and rushed out with the camera, the sun had vanished. No sunset at all. So I wandered round the forest practising the art of dusking.

( Grainy high ISO photos )

I had to drop a birthday card off in Wareham, so took a wander round the streets to enjoy the Christmas lights. Wareham is surprisingly sinister by night for a small market town...


With apologies to those of a nervous disposition.

( A visit to the bright lights of Wareham )