It's hard to find somewhere without noise these days so this morning's silence was welcome. The mist kept people in their beds who might otherwise be enjoying the winter views. But it has its own fascination different to the strong contrasts in the sun yesterday.
Thinking of the painting vs photographs subject raised yesterday, artists drawing from life out in the open would have had no problems in warmer times but severe cold and deep snow have never been easy for life drawingin wilder parts. One click on a camera is simple even if my cold fingers sometimes fail to locate the right button to press.
When the peace is punctured by loud voices you know well before the figures arrive that they are Mountain Bikers. Even just pushing their machines side-by-side they feel the need to shout at each other. It just seems to be what they do. It goes with the activity. I'm sure not every single MTBer but too many. A pity about the peace.
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