
Phantasmagorical Fog
Shrouded in Secrecy …
I love taking photos of the fog. I love how it changes as one moves through it.

The early morning fog proves to be tempting to photograph.

On the hill in the photo above, there are often Coyotes to be seen. Not this morning.

Usually busy with joggers and cyclists, this park path is rather empty today.

We used to drive to the lake to walk in a park that runs along the shore of Lake Ontario. Our dogs, over the years, have loved that drive, knowing that it ends at the lakeside park.

Christmas and New Year's Day mornings are favorite times for a group of amateur soccer players to come out to the soccer fields in our park. It can be snowing or icy, and there they are, racing around in shorts and tees. But not in the fog, it seemed.

One minute one couldn’t even see across the road, and then up came the sun and began to dissipate the fog, revealing the apartment buildings.

The early morning fog was dense and veiled the trees at the edge of the park. Moments later, the sun would begin to break through.





