I've been looking forward to a foggy morning for a while now but kept having bad luck with the timing. The weather forecast for Sunday seemed promising, but waking up all I could see from the house was a dark sky and lingering rain.
We had a brunch to go to that morning so there wasn't much time anyway, and I gave up on trying to get any photos until we went to walk Molson a little later. As soon as we'd walked a few houses up the street, I realized that the view from the house had been deceiving and rushed back to get my camera. So glad I did! Even though we were rushed, it made my day to be out on a foggy morning.
We rarely ever get snow here, and I think I love fog partly because it reminds me of that soft, muffled hush that a snowy day brings to the landscape. I love when you can feel the quiet outside. It's so peaceful.
When we passed by the lake, a heron's raspy pterodactyl call cut through the fog. Andy spotted him just in time for me to get a few shots.
And then we met one last friend.
I really should start keeping count of the number of hawks I see in winter. We hear lots of red-shouldereds calling around the house daily, and I always wonder if there is any way to tell them apart when I see them in the neighborhood. All so beautiful!