Grey

It was grey n dreigh this morning. An easterly wind had whipped up an a light drizzle hung in the air. The waves were tumbling against the rocks and there were no herons to be seen.

There's something very beautiful about a grey morning though. Maybe because it's often like this on the east coast of Scotland. It is home. Capturing that beauty on camera is another thing....very few points of focus, no composition to speak of. It's something that some people manage to capture with a paint brush. I did my best with my camera.