Driving through backroads to Bethesda, fog lifted off the still reservoir, a massive ghost, rolled back to reveal forest tinged in ochre and gold, a mystery.
I love fog, too; the way it brushes against your skin, the way it swallows, then releases, its captives. Wish we had more fog more of the time. Peace...
One of my very favourite things (which is good since we get a lot of it). That photo is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love fog, too; the way it brushes against your skin, the way it swallows, then releases, its captives. Wish we had more fog more of the time. Peace...
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