“It amazes me when mist
Mist ~ Alice Oswald
chloroforms the fields
and wipes out whatever world exists…
…and a crow
calls down to me in its treetop voice
that there are webs and drips
and actualities up there”
A cold spell followed by a warm front brought two days of mist and so out I went with my camera on a solitary silent walk that was quite marvellous.
More than a photo a day here but still am linking to the citysonnet challenge: nature
PoetryPix 
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