…if you’ve followed this blog for any length of time, you would know that not being able to walk in the woods, the previous weekend, would mean I had to go do it, this past weekend.
And…just look at that clinging fog and the almost glassy water.
Thin ripples from fish jumping or the passage of water fowl, but other than that, no breeze stirring at all. I have always loved thick fog. Something about the possibility of what might be concealed within, both peaceful and potentially thrilling. Maybe it taps into the classic art of building suspense, which the modern horror film genre has all but abandoned.
This one, for instance, makes me think of “..the behemoths that drifted into view, only to be engulfed and hidden, again, by the tendrils of mist a moment later…”
Too much Sword and Sorcery fiction reading?? Nope. Never enough.
Angling away from the water and the low ground where that fog clung to the coastline, the rest of the walk was exceedingly relaxing.
Great to see the change of leaf color…even if Houston doesn’t get it until the week before Christmas!
I kept watching for any remnants of spider’s webs, thinking that I might be fortunate enough to catch the shimmer on a strand or two, from a stray glimmer of sunlight as the fog lifted, but this was as close as I could find.
Still, so quiet. So calm.
Now, I know I had mentioned something about more uplifting imagery, last time. For those of you out there saying “It’s almost Christmas! Where are the festive, winter pics that go with this time of year?” I would have to remind you, first, of one thing: Houston.
Snow here is rare, and a fair number of locals seem to think inherently deadly.
But, not to disappoint, I will dust off an old pic and re-share it to help built the right mood for the day.
Merry Christmas, everyone…
and…
Tight lines…