So that you have an idea of how it really is here most days this time of year, here are a few of my fog photos. I love the fog, actually. Life echos. You can hear it even when you don’t really listen because the beat of everything around you digs itself into your arches and pulses its way up your spine until you pay attention. You can see and hear anything you want due to the lack of clarity and visibility. It almost doesn’t matter what is really there.
This is the photo I posted yesterday with Morte Incenso…
Here are photos I took at different times on the same day. If you look for a while, you can imagine what might go on when you aren’t there. Stories exist everywhere. Life creates stories and stories re-create life. Words are never really necessary.
“Open your eyes, for this world is only a dream”