Seeing a scene like this, I expect a ghostly train (steam powered of course) to come screaming out of the misty vanishing point. Perhaps I should get off the tracks…
A couple more pictures of the New Year’s Eve fog.
Inspired by the excellent fog pictures my nephew Mike took, I headed to the square yesterday evening to see what I could do with the unusual winter weather.
Some people find fog dreary and depressing. I’ve always been fascinated by it.
While I was eating lunch at the café today, trying not to let the dreary weather bring my mood down, I noticed water drops forming on the plants from all the mist in the air.