fog

Morning at the Fog Park

A foggy and frosty morning at the dog park at Irving Park.

Foggy Sentry

A northern harrier perches above the marsh at Rest Lake, sometimes obscured in fog, sometimes not, as the sun struggles to break through on a winter morning.

You Might Not See It Coming (Or Going)

A coyote runs past in a frosty meadow, obscured in heavy fog, with a cackling goose in its mouth.

A black-tailed buck walks the border between a meadow and a small forest of subalpine firs in Hurricane Ridge. It was foggy and poured rain all day, but I was fully decked out in rain gear and stayed dry. The deer wasn’t so lucky of course.

Brown, Red, Yellow, Green, White

The colors of Hurricane Ridge on a foggy fall morning.

Birth of an Ent

An ent is born on a foggy night with naught but the will-o’-wisps watching.

Home & Away

I’ve thought about photographing this sign many times while walking Ellie past the baseball field to the dog park, but never have. I was struck by how lovely the park looked on a foggy winter night but the camera was at home, so after we finished our walk Ellie settled in on the couch while I grabbed my camera and headed back out.

Morning

I walked alone.
I stood alone.
Ghosts of trees,
memories,
within my grasp but fading.

The Cactus Tree

I’ve wanted to photograph the Cactus Tree since I first visited Ridgefield years ago, so I was particularly pleased to see this harrier perched on it in the heavy fog one winter’s morning (the picture from the previous post was taken later that morning when the sun first started to break through). It’s not a cactus of course, and these days not even a tree, just an old stump that reminds me of a cactus. It sits a ways off the road on the auto tour at Ridgefield, parts of the refuge are converted farmland so perhaps this stump is a remnant from when humans last lived here.

It’s a good thing I finally got a picture I liked, as on a visit not much later I noticed the stump was no longer standing, apparently having at long last fallen over into the marsh.

Though I cannot see
what lies before,
still I must take flight.

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