After looking through my photo library I came to realize that living in a place where it's rainy, dark, cold and, well, drab for much of the year, I'm drawn to photograph images that are anything but drab.
So for the past few days, I've gone looking for drab in my everyday life, and it's not exactly in short supply around here, so I didn't have to go far.
I call this one Drab Gothic...I almost felt like I was doomed to wander the moors, calling out to my beloved. It's actually just up the hill from my house. So, even though it looks dramatically drab enough to be Wuthering Heights, it's only March in Oregon.