Morning Mist

Autumn mornings are famous around here for their mist.

Once the sun comes out, it burns off quickly.

There is something very soft and beautiful about the lake when it is shrouded in mist in the early morning.

These mallards were gliding in their surreal world when Taffy and I went for a walk.


You can just barely spot them, in the bottom left of the picture, along with the ghostly birch trees along the Port Cunnington Road.