Not monochrome ...

This strange high pressure weather - grey skies, no discernible variation in tone, drizzle that you can barely feel but which has made the roads glisten in the dark this evening, no wind - is strangely depressing, I feel. Or maybe it's just me, and the world in general, and the fear of the current election in the States and how it'll pan out - it's been a grey day all round, really.

Except for the singing, the choir practice I'm just back from. It was our first full rehearsal, I think, since the start of term, and we worked hard on two of Himself's lovely arrangements, the loveliness not least because he arranged them with us in mind. And I sought to redeem a headachy morning by taking my headache out for a midday walk, which is when I took this photo - me being arty-farty for a change, playing with the Portrait feature on my iPhone combined with its choice of lighting. I'm rather pleased with it; it's the water in the Ardyne burn where it leaves the fields and heads under the trees before finding the sea at the other side of the bridge I was standing on. It's not a monochrome photo - check out the moss on the branches.

There's a lot going on behind the church scenes for us just now, as the closing date for applications looms and meetings are planned to see what's going to happen next. Think Christmas when you're not sure if Santa will be bringing you any presents at all ... Anyway, I'm sure that's contributing to the headache that stopped me from feeling like going to painting class earlier, that and the need for coffee after a weekend of getting my caffeine in odd places. 

A few fireworks are still popping off outside, I have work to prepare for tomorrow - of which more after it's happened - and there is music to be learned for Saturday. And I think it's going to go on drizzling. And an election result. Monochrome, with variations.