Ruby Tuesday: Rain In Two Venues.

It just won’t stop raining.  Day after day, for weeks it seems, brief glimpses of sun are smothered under dense clouds, buffetted by incessant winds, and unless one is possessed of impeccable technique and the fastest of lenses, photography comes to a grinding halt.

Enter the blessed variables of Piss Poor Judgment and Irrational Obsession, which conspire to send Yours Truely out into the maelstrom, MacIntosh flapping, umbrella inverted, with half a roll of paper towels jammed down my pants, looking for a reason to exhale slowly and depress the shutter.

This week’s meager gleanings include a shot of daisies dancing in the rain alongside a railroad siding by the Hoosac Tunnel:

If that looks scarcely ruby, trust me, there were red lights in there.

And later, a trip to the sea, hoping for some drama amidst the swirling mists.  By the time the salt air filled my nostrils it was long past dark, and I took advantage of a break in the rain to capture this shot of a well-lit steeple in Portsmouth, NH:

I liked the way the fog rolled by, holding and releasing the shadows and light.

A bit more conspicuously Ruby, that one.

More on my trip East later; for now, thanks to Mary at Work of the Poet for this Ruby meme.