Inserting a short photo session in between doing the shopping and cooking a fondue for guests this evening didn’t really leave me much time to develop my full photographic potential.
A walk with the dog was spent plodding along well trodden, muddy paths in my favourite wellies. The day was cool, grey and misty and I found nothing in particular to inspire me at all.
Not very surprising I suppose because this was, after all, my usual Saturday jaunt. The quite commonplace landscape views were obscured by the weather, and anything else which may be considered just a little interesting simply appeared quite ordinary, but I was determined to take a picture of something.
At last a photo. The small, cosy pillar of smoke rising from a chimney in a neighbouring village caught me eye, and what little colour there was in the picture seemed almost an intrusion.