Play Misty For Me

Driving in the early morning, in such a hurry to get there, I realize suddenly, that I am here.
In the middle of the mist.
Nothing is as it seems.

If I were driving fast and past, I wouldn't have notice the tree that has figured out
how to leverage its own weakness. And become stronger.

And when I look, really look, the most amazing things appear that I didn't realize were even there.
That hawk I dare not try to identify is just sitting there, in the mist,
waiting to take wing.
Hidden from his prey, for now.

In each droplet is a universe. Life as we don't know it.

Is the fence defining my view of the world?

Can I overlook the obvious  and see the world beyond?

And what will I discover as my world branches out...like this porcupine.
The mist is playing with me, and I like it.

To my American friends, Happy Thanksgiving.
I'm a better person for knowing you. Thank you!


J Bar said...

That's quite eerie.
Sydney - City and Suburbs

Lorac said...

Love this series of photos. Great catch the hawk and the porcupine. The fog is so great to photo and walk in.

Quilt Works said...

Fog makes things so beautiful!

... Birds and Rainbow

Happy Thanksgivings!

luna miranda said...

looking at your photos, it feels like i'm in a dream. the mist is beautiful...love your words as well.

fickleinpink said...

great photos!
happy thanksgiving!
Come and visit my piece of sky when you have the time!

Life’s beautiful, isn’t it!

Jan K. said...

Your photos of the mist are wonderful. I always love to dream away in such a landscape.
Enjoy your weekend!

Keats The Sunshine Girl said...

Love your words accompanying the pics.

Kelly said...

...another beautiful post. Your narration is always so inviting. Thank you for the Thanksgiving wish as well. I'm catching up--the past 2 weeks have been a whirlwind....hockey, work, blah, blah, blah. Your posts have all been so soothing--helping to slow me down this morning!