Some people shy away from a rolling fog as it moves in.
Me? I can’t wait to get out into the fog, just to see what kind of magic it has spun — and who might be out and about, like me.
The fog the other morning at Forest Beach was as intense as I’ve ever seen it; everything covered with thick, misty clouds.
Yet while some things seemed to fade from view, some of the fall color seemed more vibrant than ever.
Even the faded-out rosa rugosa hips looked more alive than they had just the day before.
Gazing out to sea, I heard the sound of a fishing boat and could just barely make out the shape of a gull keeping watch on a jettie.
Further up the beach I spotted the red hull of a sunfish, yet the fog over the dunes made it look like the beach disappeared just beyond them.
Many of the plants and bushes along the marsh were covered with diaphanous dew-covered webs.
Even some of the wild berries were covered with the delicate little webs; dew droplets hung heavy from nearby twigs.
As the morning light shone through the webs and dew droplets it made me think of a Christmas tree trimmed with tiny white bulbs and glistening tinsel!
By the time I made it to Cockle Cove, the rising sun was making an all-out effort to break through the fog.
Beautiful blue cedar berries and more dew droplets hung from the boughs of every cedar tree along the creek.
And as I slowly turned my camera further up the creek, I was suddenly startled by the reflection of a great blue heron who was busy fishing!
Quacking softly, as all ducks do.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a pair of black ducks in the mist, moving up the channel with great haste.
Upon closer look, I noticed that the one in the lead was carrying a tiny crab in its beak as he exclaimed, “It’s time for brunch, time for brunch! Don’t be late, it’s time for brunch!”
“Why thank you for the reminder, Little Duck,” I responded.
And although I hated to leave, I had to admit I was a little hungry, too.
I guess all that fog magic had given me quite the appetite! 😉