A thin layer of fog which lay just above this farmhouse, then apparently descended to ground level beyond it made for quite an image.
Tag: fog
At the edge
At the very edge of visibility, these two Mute swans paddled slowly, like figures in an indistinct dream, through the still morning.
Mist-ery
Hello dear readers! I hope you have had a swell holiday so far. Mine has been very, very good. After a few days’ rest and respite, I resume my regular posting.
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The pilings of a long-ago small boat dock disappear into dense fog, like our individual and collective futures. We can plan, anticipate, prepare. We can see more (or less) clearly into the near future, minutes, hours, even days ahead. Yet we cannot know what awaits each of us, all of us.
Combine in Fog
Details softened, this combine awaits its next assignment.
Phalanx
Alone and isolated yet with spears at the ready, this phalanx of corn stands ready to do battle with the combine.
Straight and curved
Though nearly lost in the fog, the contrast between the transmission line tower and tree was so arresting that I had to stop.
Now you see it . . .
. . . . back then you (and I) didn’t. This photo was taken at virtually the same spot as the one below. What a difference a few days makes.
Peeking
During my visit to the foggy St. Clair River the fog didn’t lift for a moment, it dropped. Treetops and antennas peeked out yet all at ground level remained shrouded.
Mist-ery
The fog lay thick on the St. Clair River yesterday, at times completely obscuring the view across the river. The far side was there yet was invisible, activities which were underway inaudible. These pilings added one of the few senses of proportion and perspective to be found.
Soggy boggy day
Today is opening as a foggy and wet day, it seems that the warm frontal boundary moved just far enough north to take the chances of freezing precipitation one county to the north. The snowpack won’t melt though it will be compacted by the predicted rain.
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