Morning Fog at Theler

We’ve been blessed with considerable sunshine lately, but with it has come cold, foggy mornings.

Even the red-winged blackbird’s brilliant mating song of could not dispel winter’s grip on Theler Wetlands.

Red-Wing Blackbird in fog

Reeds remained encased in icy waters,

ice in Pond

The sun could not break through the fog

sun through fog

shrouding the wetlands,


obscuring the difference between reality

Great Blue Heron in fog

and the mere reflection of reality.

At a mile and a half, the turnaround point, I followed the thunk-thunk of a Pileated Woodpecker

Pileated Woodpecker

hammering away at a tree’s dry rot.

It wasn’t until I was about to leave the wetlands at 1:00 PM that the shroud finally lifted,

fog dispelling

revealing the land’s one true constant. Its beauty.