Days of February Fog
when the forest is uninspiring, I lift my eyes to the fog and am never disappointed
With little to no measurable new snow, the dull winter landscape sleeps in shades of grey. The evergreens, while remaining ever green, are muted and drab in the murky light from low-hanging clouds. The frozen lake's cold mixes with the humid air above it and a low band of mist forms; dissipating and reforming, hugging the shoreline and forest.
I lift my eyes from the lake, inching slowly up the surrounding hills and arriving at the ethereal bank of fog flowing in and out of trees high up on ridgelines I will never set foot; destined to admire from afar.
The fog floats and shifts; one moment in puffs of miniature clouds, the next mimicking the smooth movement of water as it flows over the distant hill.
Trees and craggy cliffs disappear and reappear as far-off islands in the sky; floating in the mysterious fog. One moment ghosts enshrouded in a filmy fog, then suddenly sharp and clear as dark shadows. The scene never remains the same for long.
Thank you for joining me, see you next time,
♡ Whitney
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These are so magical! 😯
I could sense the stillness in your words and photos, like the fog is necessary to help us remain still. As you mentioned, the scene doesn't last long. It's as if the quietness beckons us to remain ever so present and remain dutiful to it. Such beauty in the fog, and such a profound metaphor. Thanks so much, Whitney.