The sun was little more than an orange-red disk on this hazy, smoky, foggy morning.
The drive to work on a recent morning was fine. It became extraordinarily foggy after I arrived. This view looking across the road barely revealed the phragmites about 60 meters away.
A laneway fades into the mist, as do the past and the future.
A country barn, backgrounded by a low, thick bank of fog.
The view down a county road dissolves into invisibility.
Thick fog obscures the view.
There are times when the best view is in here instead of out there.
Light fog disspates during a mild late summer morning.
Morning fog softens a barns’ lines and angles.
Rows of young plants gradually fade into the fog bound background.
Flanked by a traffic sign, a ragged file of hydro poles marches into the fog.