The End Is Nigh

Foul day outside. Cold, wet and windy. No photography today, too busy reading Mary Trump-Too Much and Never Enough - wow, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I almost feel sorry for Donald. But when you dedicate your life to trashing the lives of others you might justifiably expect a bit of kickback somewhere down the line. Poor Donald, he doesn't have a clue.
Weird light outside, stormy weather, and an eerie glow through the conservatory roof. Are somebody's pants on fire..

**This shot is out of the camera, no processing or tinting. My daughter commented as well, spooky**

**I very much appreciate the stars awarded for previous blips, it is so kind of people to be so encouraging. Cheers!**