Rain, Wind, Greyness.

It is a rather blustery day today. It is not only rainy but windy too, and altogether quite unpleasant. From inside it looks like a grisaille painting. Considering that glaucous moss covers the rocks in our backyard, a lonely tree in the corner has taupe trunk, and time bleached the wooden floor outside to milky-grey, this description seems fitting.

Confession - after several rounds of battle ship, gobblet and scrabble, I turned to the Roget's Thesaurus and read the entry on greyness. Quite an odd pastime but highly entertaining and relaxing. Plus, it still (loosely) connects with the article that I am working on.



And, here is our art for today:

Rainy Day

It is raining, no going outside,

But the leaves look incredible.

Rain painting

Just as I thought that I figured out the weather here: one gorgeous, sunny day, one grey and rainy; several rainy days came one after another.

Since I was writing about art work that depicted rain, the weather was in sync with my mood. I kept glancing towards the windows of our sun room, noticing different pattern. The raindrops hitting the roof, left a circular imprints and those on the windows kept their shape, reminding me of precious little stones. Sitting in the armchair surrounded by rain but being protected from it by the glass felt tranquil, I fall into the "lucid stillness". My attempts to capture the pattern of the raindrops on camera went surprisingly well and I took it one step further playing with colours.