My foggy morning.

Imagine stepping out of your apartment and looking in front of you and around you. Imagine then facing a gray wall where you would see only about 10 feet in front of you. That is what I experienced this Saturday morning. True, at 07:00 in the early morning there was not much light and everything looks gray when there is no sun.

I waited for the bus to arrive, noticing that I really could not see much ahead of me. I was supposed to take pictures today, hoping that the sun would finally burn this fog and allow me to take some nice pictures. Alas, it never happened. The fog stuck around till the early afternoon.

The bus arrived and whisked me away towards my destination in less than 10 minutes and I arrived in the botanical garden just before 07:20. I looked around me and saw no one. I walked briskly around the area, trying perhaps to see a fox or a hawk soaring….in front of me? In this fog, a hawk flying high or low would be practically invisible. As for a fox, if it was more than 10 feet away I would not even see it. Add to that a rust colored fox lying on rust colored leaves and I think the reader will understand that better camouflage than that has not been invented. Mother Nature knows how to do things right.

I began taking pictures of my surroundings. I could see afar the trees and their branches in the fog. It looked like a horror movie. I was forever expecting to see a ghoul or two emerge from the fog. Naturally, Stephen King and his books entered my mind. One can add to that the humidity in the air that made it far colder and damp than the advertised temperature.

As I was walking near one of the ponds a cacophony of sounds suddenly erupted; first it was the quacking of ducks who for some reason thought it appropriate to let me know that they existed. I for one ignored them. There is a limit to taking pictures of mallard ducks after all. And then, high up in the air, I heard the honking of geese. Not one or two, but perhaps 100 of them. They flew over me…and I never saw them! They even turned around me but I was unable to see them in this thick fog. A second group arrived minutes later and still I could not see them.

Since I was blind I decided to focus on what I could see, the landscape that was in front of me and that I could see. I tried to focus on color, but in mid-November most trees have very little red leaves left. I was able to find a few trees that still had orange leaves with a background of very dark trees. I tried this several times and got some good shots.

In the end I did see a fox, but it was quite haughty; as soon as it saw me it sprang to life and faster than a bullet it sped in an area where the garden employees work. I had tried the old trick of going around the subject and then hoped to catch it by surprise in front of me. It did not work as the fox outfoxed me and just quickly left the area. At least the fog had not prevented me from seeing it but I wished that the fog at that moment had been

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