We woke up in the morning with gray fog hanging low covering the trees, brush, buildings and ground like a quiet still blanket. Foggy days are my least favorite due to the limited visibility and dampness that chills to the bone. But, being that I walk at least two miles every morning, the fog was not going to deter me from my adventure of exercise, observation and nature adventure.
A mile into the walk the early sun was rising over the hill and trees warming the ground causing the fog to slowly dissipate. Thin patches of fog lay over the valley among the trees while the sun eased its rays through the fog and shone rich bronze, browns and warm yellow colors on the leafless alders; a warm glow in the middle of winter. Further along the road the bright sun was easing its glow through the fog behind a grove of weeping birch. In the foreground every object including the trees were tinted purple against the bright sun rising through the fog and watercolor background. It was stunning! The dreary fog had brought a gift of beauty that I was fortunate to witness and capture on paper.
Have a great day