Morning walk, 6th September 2012

On top of the hill, where we live, all was bright sun. Down in the valley, it wasn't. At first I thought it was smoke, but it was fog billowing up from the river.







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Nan said…
To my mind, there's nothing quite as beautiful as a September morning fog/mist which evaporates as the sun comes out. Beautiful pictures.

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