It was Keats who wrote that lovely poem about autumn that begins: 'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness'. Mist, of course, needs a still day and we don't seem to get that many lately. However, when I opened the curtains one morning recently, there was a fairly dense fog outside, thickening down towards the valley bottom. I dressed and had breakfast and decided I'd venture out, though by the time I'd walked the half mile down to the river, the sun was beginning to burn off the mist. It was still beautiful and atmospheric.
It was rather earlier in the day than I usually walk that way, so the bird life was more evident. I watched a cormorant diving - they swim so far underwater that you begin to think they've completely disappeared. I also spotted a little egret... not the bird in the photo above. I think that was a gull of some kind.
Lovely "misty" photos :)
ReplyDeleteI like the foreground distinctiveness and then the mysterious foggy distance.
ReplyDeleteI really like that 1st shot.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photography. The autumn colours look more advanced than we have down here.
ReplyDeleteReally wonderful photos, warm colors and mist, and the first one is special because of the white bird. Just great.
ReplyDeleteYou were walking on enchanted paths!
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