The morning fog produces an eerie feeling as I look out over the nothingness that it seems to say is out there. As though everything ceases to exist beyond what you can see. My rational mind says that things are as I remember them, a lake, a far shore, the woods beyond, and a whole world. But for a moment I’m overwhelmed with a Steven King story that says that there is nothing there, and if I wander too far into the fog everything I know to be so, is not. Enough of that, I was just looking for something to say along with the pictures.
Posted on: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 13:59:38 +0000
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