This is the scene that greeted me on a cold Saturday morning in Kentucky. While it is an ordinary pictures in almost every aspect, to me, it is nothing short of extraordinary by the mere presence of the fog. There’s something so ethereal and mysterious that can transform any landscape, even my suburban backyard, into something haunting and intriguing. When it descends, it feels like being suspended in a cloud, only with your feet planted firmly on the ground. The fog soon will burn away, and I will look forward to its return.
Categories: Picture This
That's Another Story 
Leave a Reply