One thing I like about winter in the Pacific Northwest is its unpredictability. It reminds me of life in general:
…we have dreary periods of rain
…windstorms that topple trees and send garbage cans rolling down the street
…days of mild gray overcast contrasting with days when clouds race overhead in changing skyscapes so lovely you forget to watch where you’re walking
… unexpected snowstorms that coat roads with fast-melting slickness or drop plump, long-lasting featherbeds of restfulness over grass that’s green all-year-round.
…Oh yes. Sometimes we have floods.
Once in a while we wake up to gorgeous combinations, like the recent December morning when frost whitened every blade of grass. Fog rose from bay and river and standing water toward a blue china sky. We grabbed the camera and set out for our favorite cafe in nearby Silvana. Have you ever noticed how small towns have distinct personalities, as individual as the people who live in them? Well, Silvana is one of those communities, and the fog that morning brought out a side of Silvana’s personality I want to share with you in these photos. I’ll add a few countryside photos as well.
Silvana street scene
Dreaming of yesterday
Waiting for the sun
Silvana from the railroad crossing
Mt. Pilchuck from the west
Swan family in a frosty field
Talking it over
2 thoughts on “Foggy Morning”
Joan, That's some new camera you got last year! Are these photos ever powerful — each one telling its own story. Thanks for posting them.
Hi, I'm Momma Mindy, I found your blog through the NCWA website – I'm also a member. The pics helped me to remember there's beauty in the gray, dark, damp winters of the PNW. My favorite is “dreaming of yesterday.” Blessings to you today!