A Choiva

Perhaps the last rainfall of the year. Unexpectedly, it came. So I wrote this, a simple phrase in shorthand as a way of saying farewell. Yes, very brief. But what can I do? I am not even certain if the writing is right. Were I more skillful, more knowledgeable in the craft however, I would have written oh but only a little more. Just a little more.

You were thinking otherwise. After all, introverts are said to be voluble and loquacious through the pen. True, and not true at the same time. I happen to be not very talkative at all. Well, sometimes.

Funny thing introverts and their rain, huh? ❧

Feb Showers

The second day of February and it rains. In fact, it will for the next four.

The photo above is a test shot. I used my polarizing filter to mitigate the reflections on the rain drops on the petals. As it was difficult to see through the viewfinder whether the effect effected what I wanted, I really had no clue as I pushed the shutter release. I guess it did. You can kind of see the detail of the petals through the raindrops, can you?

Shot with the XT2 in black and white mode using the red filter. That should leave you with enough clue as to the color of the hibiscus flower. ❧

Entry – Feb 6, 2017

February 6, 2017
Cypress, California

Dear Diary,

It is six in the morning. It is raining. I know that to many, it is not a thing to be desired, not mainly because we had just gone through a small, yet rather potent, storm just over a fortnight ago, but more so because today happens to be Monday. And if Mondays already bear a stain of reproach, — it (and me) wondering why or how — imagine a rainy Monday! Imagine the dread.

Rainy days will always find a harbor in my soul — always. It matters not on which day it chooses to fall. For who can really deny the dulcet symphony it composes as it strums each blade of grass, bows every branch of trees, Continue reading