Extra special treat yesterday morning as I woke up to blue world. A foggy, blurry, blue world. Wandering about the trees, having them come in and out of focus and admiring the deep mysterious shapes of the old apple trees, the sense of wandering in an enchanted land. About 9.30 am. the sun had burned off the fog and life returned to normal.
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Trees in the blue fog |
Yes, those beautiful bodies, the trees......
ReplyDeleteThanks Joan, they are and get better with age!
DeleteLOVE your blue world and your sensitive way of capturing it...
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Anna, it was a treat of a morning , so very nice to share it.
DeleteGorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMerci Denise
DeleteMystically szenerie. Love it..
ReplyDeleteThanks Inga, I wondered if we lived by the sea if we would see more of this blue fog.
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ReplyDeleteWaiting to hear the flutter of wings from fairies living in the woods.
Fog, distorts all that it touches, while leaving us to our imagination. . . to contemplate just one hour more of it's vapor like beauty.
Micros
Thanks Micros for your lovely words. there are stone people living through out these trees so perhaps those are the voices we hear.
DeleteIt was, and thanks Penny
ReplyDeletethose pictures are lovely. full of peacefull magic and mysteries
ReplyDeleteThanks Eve, so glad you enjoyed them.
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