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Today was not a day for photography, at least not in Livingston. I was woken up during the night by the sound of water - thinking that I had a burst pipe I jumped out of bed only to find that it was heavy rain. I got woken up again at the back of 5 a.m. and gave up trying to get back to sleep. Looking out the windows I found it all black. So what you say it is early in the morning so it will be dark. Dark yes - black no - well for the last 5 or 6 weeks it has been white with snow - black = no snow. The rain had washed the snow away.

Yesterday's shot showed the River in spate - today it had burst its banks with the snow melt from the hills. In addition the constant drizzle rain was working on the packed snow/ice and feeding into the torrent.

This afternoon there was a break and the sun came out with a bit of blue sky - so I grabbed my camera and some bird seed - planning to use my car as a hide and see if I could get some images of birds. Hmm, good plan, got to the wood and speard out the seed - just as things were looking up - and birds beginning to edge near the seed it began to rain. So my shot today is entitled "Bird Gone - Rained Out"

The Books, after months of imprisonment, scent freedom and make a brake for it. Others, still to afraid to risk recapture, hide in their box, waiting for the bad man with the camera to go away. True to their nature, the books intuitively line up as though on a shelf, and organise themselves into fiction and non fiction, and prepare to cross the raging torrent of The Living Room, until they find safe grazing land on one of the shelves vacated by overhunting.

But danger lurks in the glowing depths of the living room. Clomping feet are still unpacking, and threaten to stand on the books at any time.