Unseasonably warm, the day had been gray with a dismal, off-and-on rain. The weather reflected my depression after taking my demented father to his first visit with a neurologist to find out why he’s so mean and crazy.
Finally home and trying to decompress with a cup of tea, I looked out the back window to see jewel tones of blue, gold and crimson. I grabbed the camera in an attempt to combat and record this assault on my well-earned black mood.
There you go. A miserable day gone down in a blaze of glory.