Light fog disspates during a mild late summer morning.

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.

A rank of trees almost disappears into the fog.

On a winter day, a country road is wreathed in fog.

During an absolutely calm and foggy aftrnoon, an old windmill awaits the next breeze.

All roads lead somewhere even if you cannot see or do not know the destination.

Teasel heads call to me. Though I know they are a ‘weed’ I like how the stalks are so straight and how the seed heads are so fuzzy. They are a favourite subject.

An extraorinarily foggy morning was a blank slate. How would the day turn out? I chose to fill the slate with this thought and belief.
It is, and it will be, a good day to be alive.
