After an afternoon of cloudy preparations, the much awaited storm never came. We were so disapointed because we missed that wonderful feeling of relief. Not to mention that some f*** farmer srayed liquid manure on the nearby meadow in a hope that the storm will wash it into the ground. As the clouds sort of drifted away and left us catharsis-less, I took Tamara out for a stroll in occasional raindrops. There were some small puddles here and there but the sun was too low to produce any nice reflections. Apart from this one. But we had fun with some other obscure sights, like this weird collection of notices on our route.
Instead of a brief rapport on the past few days, I decided to make a post related to Edirisa. Here is a call for craftsy contributions/comments for some nice looking iPod/iPhone jackets. Help Edirisa improve them.
