Yesterday morning there was fog.
And my camera was just sitting there, waiting to go out.
So we did, she and I.
Places I have looked at all year long now looked mysterious, magical.
The new snow from yesterday was still clean, and there were few foot prints except for the animals that live there.
Road crews were working nearby. Park rangers were doing their weekly maintenance and clearing the snow.
There were so many shades of white and gray and black.
And the fog kept pressing in, making the cold air seep into my bones. In a few moments I headed back to the car, then on to find some hot tea.
But the magic of the winter fog stayed with me.