Tag: Mist
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Misty Sundown
So many variations of a perfect sunrise, a breathtaking sunset, and yet — like spoiled children — we yearn for more. More colorful. More dramatic. More lingering. But, this misty sundown redefined the limits. Moody dome. Warm light, gently filtered. Colors few, but saturation intense. And mist. Ground-clinging, gossamer haze blurring the ground-to-trees transition. Mysterious.…
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Mist Mingling Prose
I wind down this wild, weather-whipped Wednesday with a tribute to my niece and my bride. My niece, visiting for a week, is the picturesque focus of this painterly snapshot. And Susan managed to capture this cinematic moment between exiting a massage and preparing a tasty dinner for the three of us. Several hours later…
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Misty Mellowing
I’ve allowed myself to lament the rain-rain-rainiest summer in memory more than becomes me. More than becomes Rosslyn too, I imagine. Apologies, friends. I’ll try to stiff-upper-lip it for balance. But before sidestepping it altogether, indulge me a moment to consider a silver lining. My misty mellowing isn’t mine at all, not these photos of…
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Misty Morning
Much more rain than sunshine these last five or six weeks since we returned to Essex from our cross-country walkabout. Drizzly slow-soakers and sudden gully washers. Never-quite-dry, musty mushroom weather. Lake Champlain riding almost three feet in a couple of weeks, anemic artichokes in the garden, poppies stunted with blooms battered. Rainy day delays compounding…