Morning passage

The ride into work is always upredictable in the winter. Often it is cold and raining, sometimes so hard I never even pop up the visor for a blast of fresh air. Other times the rains stop for a moment and you can catch a glimpse of how beautiful things are in that peculiar water-logged brilliance of pastel light and reflective surfaces (everything sparkles when wet). And then there are the days that start with an uncertain calm, mist burning off the ground and fog falling from the sky. Light looses focus. No breeze to wisk away smells. In that moment, riding, being a part of it, is a transcendent experience.

You can still get pretty wet though.


Canon IXY 910 @ ƒ/2.8