Gray and rainy
Light, mist, Henne
This was one of those work-inside days, what with cool rain pelting down, a writing project to finish, and late afternoon meetings to attend. But towards dusk, I had finished all those tasks and there was time enough for a quick walk to a nearby wetland. Except for the ubiquitous calls of the Red-winged Blackbirds, it was mostly silent... until the resident Great Horned Owl started to hoot, a booming voice that told the Spring Peepers to begin their evening chorale. Despite all the noise, however, just about all of the resident creatures remained out of sight. The only thing that caught my eye, besides the overall painterly quality of the scene, was a single light coming through the trees and cattails. See if you can spot it, too.