Waking up this morning I could feel it.  The damp cold of what promised to be a beautiful foggy morning in this amazing neighborhood of mine.  As Bear and I walked around the corner of Jones and 8th by the church heading toward the lake I could only see the trees in the foreground.  Thick, dense fog covered the lake blocking my views of the other side; the sun was just beginning to burn off the blanket.  Bear and I continued on our walk joining up with Cindy and Molly and as we made our way back up Riverside we slid behind Di’s house and up on the deck.  This is the vantage point of the first image and then headed a couple houses down to Shane’s to check out the vista from his yard and the last images were created.  I love the fog when I don’t have to drive in it and can just enjoy the anticipation of what will be presented to me once the sun does his job.  

Amazing light and color prisms in the clouds and an airplane in the upper right corner. What a great day to fly!

Serene and peaceful, a balance of black and white.

So lucky were I live!

So much history on this lake. I have heard stories from a neighbor about visiting the little island when she was younger.