Spectral morning

Borderline

Last night while I was sleeping the pond, the woods, and the meadows disappeared into mystical, magical fog, altering the landscape and moving the boundaries.  When I walked around the pond and into the woods this morning, I, too, vanished into the mist, wandering in a world that was familiarly unfamiliar.

Trees in the mist

The fog was where I wanted to be.  Halfway down the path you can’t see this house.  You’d never know it was here.  Or any of the other places down the avenue.  I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead.  I didn’t meet a soul.  Everything looked and sounded unreal.  Nothing was what it is.  That’s what I wanted — to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself.

~ Eugene O’Neill

M and I first encountered the fog last night on our way home from Columbus where we’d gone to watch our oldest granddaughter perform in a Christmas dance recital.  (She was beautiful and fabulous, as usual.)  The farther we moved from the city, the thicker the fog became.

The unusual thing about the fog was that it didn’t effect visibility on the road itself.  We could see the road and the traffic in both directions just fine.  The fog seemed to start or stop just along the side of the road so that it appeared as if nothing else existed except for the highway and the traffic.  What may or may not have resided on either side of the road was a mystery.

How was your weekend?  Did you do anything special?  Did you wake up to magic this morning, too?

The real magic for me, of course, was visiting with my granddaughters.  It was a short visit, but any visit is a good one.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

~ Julien Green

I have some photos from the weekend I’ll share with you soon.  We took a walk at the Franklin Park Conservatory yesterday morning.  I got a few shots of flowers, a few of the Chihuly glass, and some  from their current exhibit, Sacrifice + Bliss:  Aurora Robson.  Robson created some amazing pieces using discarded materials.  I thought the first one I saw was a new Chihuly work until I read the sign.

An eye in the woods

Well, I reckon that’s it from the Bogs for now.  Thanks for visiting and walking through the fog with me.

I hope you had a fantastic weekend, and that the new week has started out well.

I’ll leave you with a few more images from this morning’s walk.  Have a delightful day, evening, night… wherever and whenever you are on the spectrum of time.

Today’s view of the pond

Birch in the mist

Droplets

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