It’s a bit blustery outside today.  When I walked out of the office, the rain wasn’t just falling, it was being driven by the wind nearly horizontal.  Not a day I really wanted to take my camera out in.  I got to thinking about other rainy days spent outside with my camera.  A few weeks after I bought my first DSLR about 2 1/2 years ago, I visited a state park with a lake.  There was a trail that promised to take me by the ruins of an old church, which it did, but it also wound around a tiny pond in the middle of the woods.  It was well into October and many of the trees were bare.  But around this little pond were the most beautiful pinks, peaches and purples I’ve ever seen in the autumn.  It had started to drizzle just a bit about the time I reached the pond … in fact I spent quite a bit of time taking photographs of the ripples in the water where the moisture was collecting and dripping off the trees.  Between the misty air and my inexperience, I ended up with images that were very Monet-like (in my opinion).