We woke this morning to a genuine drenching rain, something rare around here on the south-west coast for many weeks. I took a walk around the place with the camera to see what I could see. A couple of fauns, the shine of wet maple leaves, grasses pressed down by the wet and the last of the foxgloves bowed over. The more I looked the more I saw. As if the act of looking was not just me looking but the world opening itself to my gaze.
All because it was too wet to do my usual chores and keep my eyes firmly focused on my work.