After the storm that rolled through Greve today, I went outside looking for snail shells to draw from. I happened upon this little fellow, a few steps from the door. He was having his lunch, munching on what appeared to be a small rock.
The view from under my umbrella, which did not keep me dry. It's neat to hear thunder here at the top of this hill, because the sound bounces around and you can see the rainclouds sitting over parts of the town.