In a window, I catch sight of a hand below the outline of a head. The hand is holding a mug ... of tea, coffee, hot chocolate? There is something reassuring and comforting about this domestic image though it is not meant for prying eyes like mine.
With the sun low in the sky and clouds blown and shredded by the wind I keep looking up. There's much to capture with the camera - fleeting abstract images or monsters of the kind, which Dave King http://www.picsandpoems.blogspot.com/ shows and describes in his latest post.