It I cool this morning and the air is filled with fog. As Tikka and I walk the air I soft and gentle, the breeze like a whisper on the skin.
The fog shroud the world in mystery, in a kind of flatness that awes and confuses the senses. Holding its secrets close, waiting for discovery.
Colors, once revealed seem intensified. That which we once might have simply passed by positively glows.
The everyday becomes a precious jewel.
Perhaps we simply need to be reminded.
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3 responses to “Flowers on a Foggy Morning”
The best possible light. I love those opportunities for transcendence.
Thank Lisa!
I love morning light, so full of promise, yet not insistently so. . .Lovely photographs!