“The fog comes on little cat feet”

Lately, when I start my walk with MyraPup, the sun hasn’t quite risen yet, and I’m loving how the world looks in black and white at that time. The fog settles into the nooks and crannies and valleys, the dew stands out like diamonds on spider webs and grass and pine needles.

The fog rises up out of the pond, looking like it belongs in some murder mystery movie.

But when the sun comes up, and the sky is soft, then only shooting in color can really show the rest of the morning story.


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