It’s December 25th. Christmas Day. With stores closed and roads dead, all was right with the world as I took an easy drive eastward to Dock Road this evening. With high pressure setting up shop for the next few days it was readily apparent the clouds were dying a fast, unceremonious death. Goodbye, clouds. We hardly knew you. But what did I care? Today is Christmas, and I’m going to enjoy myself.
Considering the fast dissipation of the cloudage, I shot earlier than usual knowing all cloud cover would be gone before the sun settled below the horizon. Opting to get a sun flare and the glowing red ember color that washed over the dead winter marsh grass, temporarily breeding life into the now brown grasses. I’m digging how the light plays along the grasses mixing in with the meandering tidal pools.