Foggy Morning

It was a foggy morning, and I took the animals to the back pasture to graze.  It felt magical out there, with all the wildflowers and soft light.

4 thoughts on “Foggy Morning

  1. This brings up such wonderful memories of fog. I grew up in San Francisco, famous for it’s fog, and it always feels like home to me. I have loved my life in Central Oregon but the dry desert air starts to wear on me. I needed to be reminded of fog, especially during fire season. Thank you. It is a wonderful photo. Blessings, Wendy

  2. There is something magical about a foggy morning Wendy. I guess it’s partly in the disguese of the fog, how it changes what we think we know so well.

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