Until the warm temperatures this past weekend, we still had a lot of snow around. As the air warmed, it hit the cold snow and by midafternoon it was all dark and mysterious out. It was invigorating somehow, that mixture of damp mist and strange light.“Derive happiness in oneself from a good day’s work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.” Henri Matisse
Just begging for a little post-processing fun too. “Like a man travelling in foggy weather, those at some distance before him on the road he sees wrapped up in the fog, as well as those behind him, and also the people in the fields on each side, but near him all appears clear, though in truth he is as much in the fog as any of them.” Benjamin Franklin
Not quite the warm air of spring, but you could feel time slipping through winter’s fingers – it can’t hold on much longer.
“Let us go in; the fog is rising.” Emily Dickinson
And go in I did – there was lasagna in there!