Foggy Mornings, Misty Evenings
Foggy days in August supposedly foretell snowy days in winter. Looks like we'll have a snowy winter. The last two mornings have been foggy—and we've had several other foggy mornings this month.
I'm usually up and out the door by six. Yesterday, the fog hung wonderfully low over Smith Mountain so the top of the mountain rose from mist.
The evenings have gotten a bit cooler, though. Because John bush-hogged the trail and bottoms at Polecat Creek, I walked the woods for the first time in a while yesterday evening.
In the above picture the sun is behind me. You can see it highlighting the pines to the left. John has just come up the trail; I'm going down.
Along the way, I pass some wee mushroom folk.
The trail to the bottoms runs west to east. As I head down—eastward—I see the woods are still green, but a mist seems to hang in the air.
In the bottoms, I faced south when I took this picture.
I can't figure out the ball of light in the tree to the right. It can't be the sun, because the sun is in a whole 'nother place. This farm has some hainted places. Could this be one of them?
Near where I took the above picture, the trees look almost ethereal. Shafts of light from the low-hung sun provide highlights.
A few minutes later, I start back up the trail—heading west. You can see the sun hanging low—where it should be.
A bit further up the trail, the sun is to the right and out of sight. But look how green everything is!
Come winter, when the snow covers this land, will I remember all the green?
I'm usually up and out the door by six. Yesterday, the fog hung wonderfully low over Smith Mountain so the top of the mountain rose from mist.
The evenings have gotten a bit cooler, though. Because John bush-hogged the trail and bottoms at Polecat Creek, I walked the woods for the first time in a while yesterday evening.
In the above picture the sun is behind me. You can see it highlighting the pines to the left. John has just come up the trail; I'm going down.
Along the way, I pass some wee mushroom folk.
The trail to the bottoms runs west to east. As I head down—eastward—I see the woods are still green, but a mist seems to hang in the air.
In the bottoms, I faced south when I took this picture.
I can't figure out the ball of light in the tree to the right. It can't be the sun, because the sun is in a whole 'nother place. This farm has some hainted places. Could this be one of them?
Near where I took the above picture, the trees look almost ethereal. Shafts of light from the low-hung sun provide highlights.
A few minutes later, I start back up the trail—heading west. You can see the sun hanging low—where it should be.
A bit further up the trail, the sun is to the right and out of sight. But look how green everything is!
Come winter, when the snow covers this land, will I remember all the green?
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posted by Becky Mushko | 12:36 PM
3 Comments:
Just come back and look at these pictures. Sometimes it's fun to look at summer pictures in the winter and vice versa...just to remind yourself how great THIS weather is!
I just can't wait for Fall, when all of our trees are glorious Autumn hues!
Looks like you have some great trails, though! There's nothing better than a woodland stroll on a summer evening...
I'd never heard that about foggy mornings. It will be interesting to see if this is true.
Looks like a beautiful place for a hike.
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