Rainy days and Sundays

I had a great idea for a blip today, but it turned out to be a dismal failure, thanks to one teeny tiny bolt on a fan that I couldn't undo.

And it's bucketing rain so I have resorted to a head down, scurry-bolt around the block to see what I can take a photo of. A limp, dysfunctional umbrella that is sort of/ kind of/ not really keeping the rain off is clutched in one hand, camera in the other. Lurching through a back alley, hunched over like Quasimodo.

God bless inner-city graffiti, that's all I can say.