Horse in the Fog
The steed stood motionless as part of a quiescent stage of misty mystique.
The steed stood motionless as part of a quiescent stage of misty mystique.
There’s something very contemplative about the fog.
I’m often enchanted by the fog, this time at the Admiralty Head Light in Fort Casey State Park near Coupeville on Whidbey Island, Washington.
The morning fog and low clouds typical along the beach in Southern California during late spring and early summer often burn off later in the day — but not always….