Det finns inga dåliga väder bara dåliga kläder.

Here is Geilston Bay on a sunny Saturday morning. The birds are cheeping, the pancakes are cooking, the babies are cooing and all is right with the world once again. I've left that little flare of light there at the left deliberately (like the toe yesterday), but am less sure of it's worth. I will concede that perhaps it spoils the photograph after all.

The title is a Swedish proverb that I like and strikes me as terribly Swedish, in a good way.