Saturday, July 13

I go for a walk through the local woods. At one point fallen trees block the path. I step off the path and into the woods themselves and almost immediately fallen trees block my path.

I sit down to think about this, and take some photographs. Overhead the sky changes from blue to gray, a wind appears from nowhere, the atmosphere changes, and I decide that I need to decide between walking back home and getting soaked.

As I walk into the drive the rain starts.