The twilit hillside.
Today came wind and rain. The rain fell steadily throughout the daylight hours, and the wind blew steadily from the south at about ten or fifteen miles an hour, with higher-speed gusts that roared in the spruces up the hill. The temperature reached about 46 degrees and hung there. I spent a long time looking out the south window at watery, windy grayness. At one point, three crows flapped jerkily past, west to east, windblown.
After 4 p.m., as the sun set behind the even cloud cover, the world outside turned a strange purplish red. I brought out my tripod and snapped a shot of the leafless winter hill.
