First thing in the morning I take the dog out and release the chooks from their pen. As I opened the door, I saw fog and more fog. The pine needles were starting to droop from the weight of the frost crystals which were forming. The world around was devoid of colour: black, white, grey and seemingly slightly out of focus.
It was beautiful though, like someone had taken time to frost each and every bit of plant life in the gardens.
The sun was valiantly trying to shine, but this time of year the sun is very low. The fog was getting thicker faster than the sun could burn it off. It was rather lovely out there, despite that fact that it was dull, dark and dreary.
First thing in the morning I take the dog out and release the chooks from their pen. As I opened the door, I saw fog and more fog. The pine needles were starting to droop from the weight of the frost crystals which were forming. The world around was devoid of colour: black, white, grey and seemingly slightly out of focus.
It was beautiful though, like someone had taken time to frost each and every bit of plant life in the gardens. 
The sun was valiantly trying to shine, but this time of year the sun is very low. The fog was getting thicker faster than the sun could burn it off. It was rather lovely out there, despite that fact that it was dull, dark and dreary.
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI'm not a real fan of fog, but it certainly did give you some beautiful photos!
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