Frosty, Foggy Morning

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.
– Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed –


Sunbeams cut through the morning fog.


As the fog starts to lift, frost steals across the ground.

Water drops freeze onto the tips of the grass blades.

20 thoughts on “Frosty, Foggy Morning

    1. Thanks Dianna. I’ll have to make one of your creamer/saucer bird feeders for the little bird on my fence post!


    1. Thanks Amy. The hardest part of taking these photos was that my hands were getting so cold. The temperature was just below freezing!


  1. Love the photo of the blades of grass with the water droplets. Beautiful. I’ve become addicted to making marbles with my photos. I’m using them as my desktop wallpaper and my family is trying to guess which photos I used to make them. 🙂


    1. Thanks Dor. It does feel like magic because I don’t know what the result will be until the very last step.


    1. Thanks Mark. You are the only one who commented on the quote. I thought it was hugely funny – but maybe that is because I lived through two UK summers.


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