Sunday in black and white, and silver

Dear Blog, it's been a long time, I know. I'm sorry, and I've missed you too. And now I only have black and white photographs for you, because winter started at precisely 5.15 pm today. But I braved the rain to bring you these.

It was really quite beautiful. From the pipetrack above Camps Bay the ocean was charcoal and the clouds sagged with unrained rain above the dark sea. Then the rain came down like a silver curtain drawn quickly from the sea to the mountain.

Pincushions and pieces of white bark suddenly glowed with a new winter white and the bright yellow dot on the wet Cape sugarbird's long tail was the only colour to be seen for miles around.

Winter is here. Isn't that wonderful?