The past few days here along the coast have been crazy foggy. The floors are wet, drawers are sticking, and it’s impossible to dry clothes without the dryer. At times the fog has been so thick that from the river’s bank, you cannot see the river.
Yet, there is beauty to be found in the mist suspended like a curtain over the landscape.
Other solitary tree posts:
13 May 2015: Blackened Barrens
24 February 2015: A Solitary Tree
7 February 2014: Winter Barrens
