I could see the Marine Fog rolling in this morning as I watched the sun come up. The fog pretty much socked in everything for the morning.
There is something fey about fog. It quiets sounds, softens edges and mutes colours. Fog shifts, first hiding and then revealing objects drifting in and out of view. Fog adds mystery to the everyday prosaic views that surround us and fog adds magic to objects seldom viewed.
We walked at Hemer Park this morning. There were swans on the Marsh side. We counted 7 at least, drifting in and out of the fog.
There were spider webs everywhere, festooning almost every surface and every web dripping with water. On the Holden Lake side there were bushes just coming into bud – bright green against the red-brown branches.
Yesterdays walk was quite different. There was no fog. There was Sun.
The Sun poured down light. Illuminating and outlining every surface as we walked around Morrell Sanctuary. Branches were green and bright. Cedar boughs created lace patterns against the sky.
Both walks were beautiful.