For what seems like forever, actually only the past week or two, fog and freezing temperatures have been a constant where I live. There is something mysterious and beautiful about fog. I don't know if it is the diffused light or the way that it softens everything. This past weekend I drove around near my house and found some beautiful examples of the frost and fog. This is one of my favorites. The frozen pond surrounded by plants and trees and wrapped in fog made for a beautiful yet surreal scene. I could not decide which I liked better, the color or the black and white. What do you think?
“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. ” - Eugene O'Neill, Long Day's Journey Into Night