It's been an odd winter. We've had very little snow or ice, but lots of mist and fog, and the occasional bout of weather cold enough to freeze bubbles quickly.
I awoke to fog again on this day, and I made two quick stops: one at Skytop Farm Pond, which you may see above; and a second at Bernel Road Park, a view of which you may see in the extras.
I am a big fan of fog and mist because they take ordinary scenes and turn them into something phantasmagorical, which is to say: something strange and unusual, as an element from a dream, perhaps even an illusion.
Is this the real world that I know and love? Or is it a shadow world where I could get lost as I wander down a new and mysterious bend in the pathway? The adventurer in me likes the idea: to disappear into the mist; to pay a visit to the Shadow Worlds.
Here's a song for mist: Richard Armitage, The Misty Mountains Cold, from the film The Hobbit. I have to say that I giggled at this viewer comment: "If you don't think music is important, you need to know that dwarves convinced Bilbo Baggins to rob a dragon by singing." :-)
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold