Wandering around with camera in hand

I love the mysterious, almost melancholy feel that walking around in a fog gives me.  The appearance – something almost magical happens.  One morning, I walked down by the river and waited as images came slowly into view as I drew closer.



A misty fog lifts.

Once what was hidden is seen.

Surreal as a dream.


Whispers, half awake.

Ghostly images come forth.

Turn around, poof – gone.


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