Friday, June 29, 2007

That distant hill sheathed in rolling rain-mist is charcoal-white, a Japanese landscape. You rush for the cell, but it pours, a minute too late.
Now there is something to this but I forget what.

7 comments:

mystic rose said...

shucks! :)

love the description.

Ricercar said...

hmmm

AmitL said...

Pity.:)

Proxima said...

Too many tangents running through your mind perhaps?

Hopefully the call was not too important to wait.

-P

austere said...

:)
its poooooooooooouring....

mago said...

A happy funny shining austere - enjoy.

austere said...

mystic- maybe would have made a nice pic, or the megapixel could be too low, who knows..

ricer- hmmm. same pinch.

amitl- yup. nice photo lost, I'm sure.

proxima- just a photo-op lost, but a long monsoon awaits, some other time...

mago- a wet, drenched and flooded austere but grin. :)