Not Light Painting

But a dramatic, windy, over-edited sky, taken out the upstairs window earlier this afternoon.

This evening I had planned to go with melamny to do some light painting with the local Camera Club at the golf club carpark. We arrived, and waited around together for a while. No one else turned up. We checked the other carpark. No one there either. We decided that they must have cancelled it at the previous Camera Club meeting which neither of us had been at, and not sent out an email or anything! So we went home again. It was too cold and windy, we decided, to just stay and do light painting by ourselves with our rather boring and in my case rather pathetic torches.

This morning I revised 'Who was to blame for the Cold War?'. Who was to blame for the Cold War? What do you think?