These cinder cones are high on the summit of Etna. I walked around their rims and gazed in, but the clouds closed in.

By the time I started a sketch, a steady drizzle started. The washes in the sky wouldn't dry. I leaned forward to intercept the drops. But you can see from the droplets in the sky that I couldn't block them. I just had to admit defeat and head down the mountain.
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