Posts tagged “mist

Enjoying the blues

My favourite sky is the intense blue of winter

Crisscrossed with ice contrails.

(This photo was taken last winter.)


This year winter has been too mild (in comparison)

And so we’ve had to enjoy the misty blues of winter fog

Shrouding a Viking church.

Whichever way you look at it, it’s all good.

Blue mist

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Mist-ical skies

Winter’s mystical skies

Are a balm for the soul.


Later on, the sun makes the

Winter boughs glow –


And then softly, the misty scarf

Settles once more over the lake –

Inviting us to rest and gaze a while.


For more misty skies, please visit: Skywatch.

Autumn comes in pink

Autumn  sometimes

Comes wrapped in misty mornings –

And shades of pink.

Autumn is pink

For more misty dawns, please visit: Skywatch.

Zen dawn

An early sunrise –

Blushing with fog;


The blank canvas of dawn

A perfect backdrop for a lone duck.

Misty duck

Autumn foliage,

Warm-stoned church

Remind us that we are all just

Eternal travellers in time.

Misty church

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Misty morn

September is a time

Of deliciously foggy mornings

And of sepia dawns

With a splash of colour.

(The photo is straight out of the camera.)

Misty morn copy

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Mist, rising

The pink glow of the early setting winter sun

Enticed us outside to explore

The wonders just beyond the horizon.

Viewing the mist

It was a miracle of trees that

Seemed to float in the rising mist –

Mist rising 2

A wonder of purple and gold

Painting the fog with magic.

Mist rising copy

For more miracles, please visit: Skywatch.


A couple of weeks ago, we woke up to a world transformed.

Trees and boats floated out of the freezing fog

Like soft ghosts;

The path along the lake looked as if it was

Covered in cotton wool.

As I walked my daughter to the train station in the early morning,

Our spirits lifted in this new world of fog and cold.

On the way home, a golden splash of colour

Transported me into the world of Monet.

Genius is the ability to renew one’s emotions in daily experience. – Paul Cezanne

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The winged sky

We’ve had some deliciously foggy October mornings

That part to reveal unexpected pleasures.

The geese honk their farewells loudly

As they sail above me in the mist.

My spirits rise up

And I let my worries float away on the winged sky.

For more worry-free skies, please visit: Skywatch.

And for more winged loveliness, go to: Camera Critters.

Caramel surprise

There’s nothing sweeter

Than creeping outside in the chill of a misty sunrise

To discover toffee reflections,

And the deliciousness of caramel clouds;

To stand there in awe and wonder

Feeling so thankful

For the sweet sweet morning.

For more sweets, please visit: Skywatch.

Talking leaves

It starts as a whisper…

Urging me to go outside and discover the beauty of the day.

I think it’s the leaves talking, don’t you?

Sometimes the September sun is so bright

That you just can’t help posing in its gold;

Other times, the early morning mist

Creates a  soft scarf of wisps,

And as you walk on,

You might discover a tiny universe of dew

Or the grand sight of a heron basking in the first rays of light

Before flying off into the distance –

Leaving you all the richer for having seen his graceful flight.

For more tiny slices of beauty, please visit: Our World.

Spider art

A couple of weeks ago, we woke up

To the eerie sight of a world wrapped in

A cocoon of spider webs.

The sparkling grass

Rocked a small web hammock to sleep.

A luminous spider

Hung suspended on a necklace of pearls.

And I saw the universe

Beautifully reflected in a row

Of crystal dew drops.

For more dewy magic, please visit: Our World.

Mist-ical magic

With no warning, the temperatures fell

And the fog with it.

Wonderful golden fog,

Each particle of the air alive

And singing with colour and life.

For more magic, please visit: Skywatch.

Of mist and rocks

At dawn, the old stone church  across the lake bathes in golden light –

Amazing to think that 800 years ago, someone looked at a pile of rocks

And saw how they could be transformed into something so much greater than the sum of their parts.

And as the sun sets,

Don’t ask what the meaning of the birdsong or the setting sun is,

Just enjoy the beauty and let them be.

For more loveliness, please visit: Skywatch.

Dawn kisses

Dawn is the blush

Of the sky kissing

The water.

(Sometimes it’s worth waking up at 6 am on a Saturday morning and creeping out in your nightie to take pictures!)

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.” — Steve Jobs

For more misty scenes, please visit: Skywatch.


Another very early morning.

No sky to speak of.

Shrouds of mist that suddenly part to reveal

The dim figures of birds.

I can’t see anything. Fumble with the lens cap

And then just shoot where I can vaguely make out

A feathered soul floating in the sky.

It’s only when I upload my photos that I realize

The camera and heron worked in harmony

To give me the gift of these magically misty shots.

Sometimes not having a sky can be a gift in itself.

For clearer skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Imagine, if you will, the stillness of

The very early morning – the world

Wrapped tightly in sleep and fog.

Suddenly, the mist is pierced

By magical fingers of light.

An illumination of world and soul -

Where the light does not reveal anything,

But is itself the revelation.

For more heavenly revelations, please visit: Skywatch.

Misty reflections

Rich autumn colours with pools of gold;

The mist wrapped tenderly around the trees like a warm scarf

While they admire their perfect reflections;

The pastel clouds rising up to greet the blue hour of a new day.

Have you ever seen a more delicious sunrise?

For more deliciousness, please visit: Skywatch.

Wish you were here!


Sunday  morning. A wet mist hangs like damp washing over the countryside. It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s unpleasant. And no – the photos aren’t out of focus. The weather is.


As that old cliché goes: it’s good weather for ducks. Their orange feet are the only flashes of colour to cheer up the day.

What a shame that you aren’t here to share it!

Anyway, if you want to escape our candy floss mist, then head on over to the third riveting edition of Strange Shores: a blog carnival written by ex-pats. It’ll leave you shaken, and quite possible, stirred.


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