Gray. Overcast. Wet. Chilly. Muddy. Did I mention wet?
I found this little guy on my fall walkabout, just after crossing the Shasta mountain range, driving through snow and rain as I entered Oregon from western Nevada. I’d stopped to get shots of the low gray clouds over some river valley I never bothered to identify, and because I’m an idiot, I’d walked away from my car to investigate the little road, more of a mud track really, that wound its way into the trees and probably off to some cave full of bears playing poker.
As luck would have it, I spotted this little guy crossing the road, braving the rain, probably lost. Maybe drunk. I didn’t ask.
Anyway, my point is, just because it sucks outside, doesn’t mean there’s nothing to shoot. Embrace the suck, beauty is everywhere.