Gray for days, wet and littered with horse droppings is the path that we always use to walk the dog. The clouds hang low and condensation forms under our noses. The branches of the trees reach for the sky and the clouds, leafless, black-veined. Mistletoe is unreachable in the treetops. Partly unharvested apples hang from one branch or another. Rotten fruit lies in the meadow and the dew has frozen overnight. Brown leaves with white-edged ice crystals lie at the edge of the path.
|Gray in gray|
|Vineyard hut at Korber Kopf, Germany|
|Beach bar at Porto Santo, Madeira|
|Santa Cruz de La Palma|