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.
Reeds remained encased in icy waters,
The sun could not break through the fog
shrouding the wetlands,
obscuring the difference between reality
and the mere reflection of reality.
At a mile and a half, the turnaround point, I followed the thunk-thunk of a 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,
revealing the land’s one true constant. Its beauty.
We have received quite a bit of fog at the place where I live as well lately. Sometimes the fog lasts all day, but, if we are lucky, it lifts in the late afternoon and the sun glitters and gleams on the frost-covered trees and bushes. It is the perfect time for taking photos. Your photos capture much more of the mysterious and ephemeral nature of fog. I especially like the one with the faint image of the sun. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks. I think I already did the frost thing, which I probably prefer to the fog motif, but having been raised in the Pacific Northwest, I am quite fond of the fog. I especially love the way it softens the mountains in the distance.