Misty Morning

The mist hung around until the afternoon - it lifted for a while as I walked down into the village but by the time I'd walked back up the hill it had descended again. 
My love for black and white resurfaced today - once I'd deleted colour I found  it hard not to choose it! At one point I only ever  dressed in black - my dad despaired of ever seeing me in colour! He once picked me up from the station on a  college holiday and declared to my mum on arrival home that he couldn't find me but had picked up this old lady! I think the outsized  Astrakhan coat didn't help! As I got older I began to discover colour, much to his pleasure, and still now when I dress particularly colourfully I think "Dad would have liked this!"
But for today it's Back to Black.
For more experiments in black, white and colour click here!