The winter morning mist was creeping over the groves and meadows near Buenos Aires. Only the early riser can take advantage of this mystical atmosphere. This morning the fog was pretty dense and the visibility was quite poor. The mist draped everything in infinite melancholy and tenderness. The fog evoked a mood of vagueness that was dissolved only by the rising sun. Every season has its own enchantment.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Chilly Airs and Wafts of Mist
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8 comments:
I like the morning fog and mists and the twilights of yesterday filtering through the spider webs hanging from the apple trees. This is a neat post. I like your photography.
Striking photograph. I love foggy pictures and this one is great as it plays off that rising sun!
This looks a bit different to the panorama of skyscrapers that appeared recently in this blog
This is so ethereal and beautiful.
Yes, ethereal and beautiful showing such an intimate connection between land and sky. I like your text, too.
I like a good fog! Like a Pixels guest captured in November 2008 in Stockholm: city in disguise
that beautiful colors!
ciao, Luis
Nice catch of a mystical scene.
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