A very large Willow tree stands shrouded in fog whilst a wood-pigeon sits amidst the branches surveying its territory. The thin wispy branches remind me of a screen.
Got up and out very early this morning to take advantage of the fog. I’ve never photographed in fog before – a bit of mist, yes – but not fog. I quite enjoyed myself as I walked familiar footpaths and highways and byways which were – for me – newly shrouded in damp grey fog. I love the way one’s hearing is heightened in such conditions – the slightest movement – a trodden-on twig or a tiny bird’s flutter in a hedgerow can be heard so clearly in the damp foggy atmosphere. I revelled in the atmosphere as drips and drops from overhead branches covered my hair in soft dew.
This afternoon the fog lifted and welcomed in blue sky, sunshine, and marvellously warm temperatures. It was warm enough to go out without a coat for the first time in months. What a day of contrasts.
Tomorrow looks to be the same. I hope to get up and out early again.