dead men make better friends

Hey ho. You should have seen the very dramatic clouds this morning. That's all they were though, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, ie they've buggered off with nary a drop for the garden. Worthy of a painting or a photograph though. Too bad I can manage neither.

Which is why I'm now about to dump further on other people's art. Because those who really, really can't, blog.
( more: cheese! )