It was early. The day had broken gray and overcast, with a fine mist on the water. The light was pearl-soft, transforming everything it touched. The swans — mere apparitions — sailed silently south in the still water. I pulled on some ...
rose above the eastern ridge about 7:22 am, accompanied by an almost impenetrable fog. By the time this photo was taken, thirty minutes later, the fog had thinned to reveal a scene of austere beauty. The date was October 27, 2012. Astronomical sun...
I raised the shade at first light. Fog was layered upon its bed, Still aslumber from the night. Then Sky aboveflamed red, and Fog lofted tufts to greet the day. As Sun topped the distant hill, Fog roused itself, slipped away. Did I dream, elbows o...
A fine, smoky mist filled the air. Like a painter’s brush, it had smeared the sun and daubed the sky. Astonishingly, this was the fourth dazzling dawn in just nine days since the year began (see the links, below). In years past, I ...
The morning had broken cloudless. A cool fog lingered over the pond, waiting patiently for the rising sun to relieve it of duty. The soft glow to the east foretold a perfect day. The delicacy and expectancy of this early morning scene suggested a ...
