These two photographs were taken this afternoon driving home, in a vein attempt to convey a grey stormy day in Wiltshire. Not sure they work. Winter is finally taking a grip of the countryside and this weekend the leaves have mostly gone. We are left with that grey damp outlook only witnessed at this time of the year. As I drove back to Somerset the storm-clouds were scudding across the high downs west of Marlborough in Wiltshire. It was dramatic, layer upon layer of ever darkening clouds rapidly energising the sky above dank silhouette trees.
I stopped for a moment to try and encapsulate the mood but it needed more planning to get the exposures right. Also, the images do not give any hint that it may have been very windy, raining heavily, extremely dark at 3pm, nor that it was mild, 13 degrees in Somerset after sunset. Bizarre weather and mark these words, we'll be in for a bad January. I can feel it in my bones, about the 15th - 20th I guess, so a months time we'll have blizzards. But for today the energy in the atmosphere just brought forth the dark days before Christmas with a vengeance. Fitting really for the day the hellraiser Peter O'Toole died, were the Norse Gods welcoming him with trepidation?
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