We awoke this morning to a thick blanket of fog. Before changing out of my pajamas, I waited only long enough for my pot of coffee to brew. Then I slipped out the back door, steaming mug in hand. I had a feeling that I needed to see the train bridge near our house in this pea soup.
I love the way that fog transforms the landscape in the same way that the dim light at twilight morphs ordinary objects into mysterious shapes. Blurry edged shapes can cause your mind to play tricks on you and it just feels, I don't know, mystical or ethereal.
(tipsy sign & pole on our street)
(train tracks a few blocks away)
Just as I got to the bridge the battery in the camera died. Uggh!
I missed some terrific shots on the walk home. When it is this humid, everything has a layer of moisture. This changes the colors in the same way that sea shells look different, (prettier, I think) while still wet. As we have not yet had a cold snap, there are plenty of summer flowers around. The vivid purples and pinks really popped against this back drop. Oh well. I'm sure I'll get another shot.
*pirate day and first day of kindergarten posts are coming soon, I promise!