August will burn
through the morning mist
there are still days to swim in
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
August will burn
through the morning mist
there are still days to swim in
The mystery implied by mist over water. Beautiful!
Oh wow! That looks lovely!
Atmospheric
Beautiful
Oh beautiful… Mysterious atmosphere !
lovely shot
I love the triplet and the image – where is it? I can’t wait for autumn mists; we get them a lot on the North Norfolk coast and they feature in the novel on which I’m currently working.
Kim, This is in Lyme New Hampshire. Best, Catherine
I didn’t see the ladder until I enlarged the image — practical me was thinking, “But how do they get up there?” It’s a lovely, refreshing depiction of a place that must be a real delight for swimmers, once the fog’s burned off.
🙂
Beautiful!!!
Seeking the true outlines of the natural via a misty lane
Fine capture…love the mist and excellent depth of field clarity.
Feels quite ethereal.
Beautiful view of the mist on a hot summer morning.
Beautiful!
gorgeous!
Lovely. It calls to me.
What a beautiful picture. Kinda spooky looking with all the fog.
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deception….a very powerful image ….amazing
Beautiful! I love the fog, makes the look mysterious.
I love this post. It is a wonderful little gem. Thank you!
Wow!
Love the image and the thought, Catherine. 🙂 <3
Love the misty ethereal beauty of the photograph and love your words, they resonate and send ripples across the senses. This is an enjoyable pairing of image and poetry. Thank you for sharing.
Very beautiful view.
Love the poem, and that misty lake!
I can never quite capture the fog, but you did a lovely job!!
What artandmoondreams said! [chuckle]
Ah, the memories of learning to swim in Lake Dunmore when I was 5 years old …